Should some rough unfeeling Dobbin, In this iron-hearted age, And confine thee in a cage; Liberty, the brightest jewel All delights besides are toys. MONTGOMERY. THE ANT. THOU little insect, infinitely small, What curious texture marks thy tiny frame! Its toiling labours through the sultry hour: CLARE. The Ant, Formica, has in all ages been celebrated for its economy, prudent foresight, and unwearied industry. It is offered as a pattern of frugality to the profuse, and of diligence to the slothful. Prov. vi. 6-8. That the ant laid up provision for the Winter, was generally believed by the Ancients, by Virgil, Horace, Ovid, Pliny.-Modern naturalists, however, seem to question this fact, In England these little creatures, so active in the Summer, remain torpid through the Winter months. TO A WREN, WHICH FOR MANY YEARS BUILT HER NEST BEHIND AN ASHTREE, WHICH OVERHUNG THE WRITER'S GARDEN. LITTLE warbler! long hast thou, While, in her nest, or on a spray, Here with love beneath the shade, Here meet'st resign'd the frowns of fate; Or restless, through the wide world range, Then welcome, welcome, faithful Wren ! JENNINGS. The Wren, Motacilla Troglodytes, entitled by Drayton our Lady's-hen, enlivens our rustic gardens with its sprightly note, the greater part of the year. Its" down-covered nest," is not unfrequently built under the brow of a river's bank, and sometimes snugly sheltered in the ivy or honeysuckle on trees and walls. The eggs are seven or eight in number, white, sparingly spotted with red. Shakspeare, who seems to have had an intimate and accurate knowledge of the works of Nature, remarks, "Look where the youngest wren of nine comes."-Twelfth N. iii. 2. If any intruder, boy or weasel, come within the precincts of its nest, it pursues and even attacks most courageously. This powerful affection for its young is also noticed by our great dramatist : The poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Mac. iv. 2. The weight of this little bird is only two drachms and three quarters, and that of its egg about twenty grains. THE PIMPERNEL. SEE'ST yon Pimpernel? an hour is past And he was holding dalliance with the sun, For storms, he says, and angry hours are near. Remark his icy eye, his smileless cheek: REV. R. W. EVANS. The Scarlet Pimpernel, Angallis arvensis, is frequently called the Poorman's weather-glass, because its corolla never expands in rainy weather, or when the air is moist. Prof. Martyn observed that this sensitive little flower is on fine days open from eight in the morning, till four in the afternoon. From these curious circumstances, the peasant "Can in the Pimpernel's red-tinted flowers, As close their petals, read the measured hours. HOLY FLOWERS. THE Snowdrop, in purest white arraie, And Poppies a sanguine mantle spread, From the blood of the Dragon St. Margaret shed. Then under the wanton Rose, agen, That blushes for penitent Magdalen. Save Mushrooms and the Fungus race, And Yule-clog and Wassail come round again. Anthol. Aust. et Bor. THE ROSE. THE ROSE, the sweetly blooming Rose, Ere from the tree it's torn, Is like the charms which beauty shows, But oh! how soon its sweets are gone, Then since the fairest form that's made The beauties of the mind. HON. C. J. Fox. "Those who have ever gathered a Rose," says Sir J. E. Smith, "know but too well how soon it withers, and the familiar application of its fate to that of human life and beauty, is not more striking to the imagination than philosophically and literally true." The crimson rose, the bulbul's bride, The purple violet in the shade, N |