Gardening has frequently been one of the most exhilarating recreations of royalty. When Lysander, the Lacedemonian general, brought magnificent presents to Cyrus, the younger son of Darius, who piqued himself more on his integrity and politeness than on his rank and birth, the prince conducted his illustrious guest through his gardens, and pointed out to him their varied beauties. Lysander, struck with so fine a prospect, praised the manner in which the grounds were laid out, the neatness of the walks, the abundance of fruits planted with an art which knew how to combine the useful with the agreeable; the beauty of the parterres, and the glowing variety of flowers exhaling odours universally throughout the delightful scene. 'Everything charms and transports me in this place,' said Lysander to Cyrus; 'but what strikes me most is the exquisite taste and elegant industry of the person who drew the plan of these gardens, and gave it the fine order, wonderful disposition, and happiness of arrangement which I cannot sufficiently admire.' Cyrus replied: 'It was I that drew the plan, and entirely marked it out; and many of the trees which you see were planted by my own hands.' 'What!' exclaimed Lysander with surprise, and viewing Cyrus from head to foot--'is it possible, that with those purple robes and splendid vestments, those strings of jewels and bracelets of gold, those buskins so richly embroidered; is it possible that you could play the gardener, and employ your royal hands in planting trees?' 'Does that surprise you?' said Cyrus. 'I assure you, that when my health permits, I never sit down to table without having fatigued myself, either in military exercise, rural labour, or some other toilsome employment, to which I apply myself with pleasure.' Lysander, still more amazed, pressed Cyrus by the hand, and said: 'You are truly happy, and deserve your high fortune, since you unite it with virtue.' UNDER THE PALMS. BY CALDER CAMPBELL. Under the palm-trees on India's shore Ne'er shall I wander at morning or eve; Hearts there have withered, but still in the core Of mine springs the memory of feelings that give Green thoughts in sunshine and bright hopes in gloom; Friendship, which love's loud emotions becalms: Oh, happy was I, in those bowers of perfume, Under the palms! Go forth, little children; the wood's insect-hum Invites ye; expand there, like buds in the sun; Leave schools and their studies for days that _will_ come, And let thy first lessons from nature be won! Teachings hath nature most sage and most sweet-- The music that swells in the tree-linnet's psalms; So taught, my young heart learned to prize that retreat Under the palms!