The Ground Star differs in habit from the 'Resurrection Flower,' which never yields its seed unless expanded by moisture (if Dr. Deck's theory be correct), and is not nearly as intricate or beautiful in construction as the oriental relic. Indeed, to this day, the 'Resurrection Flower,' as one must call it for want of a better name, remains without a known rival in the botanical world. From time to time, brief notices concerning it have been published; and where writers, sometimes without having seen the original, have claimed the knowledge or possession of similar specimens, they have become convinced of their mistake on personal inspection. Even the plants alluded to in a short account, given eight years ago, in a leading New York periodical, as being the same as the 'Resurrection Flower,' proved, on comparison by Dr. Eames, to be entirely different. Although it is by no means certain that the plant in Baron Humboldt's collection, and that owned by Dr Eames, are the only individuals of their kind in existence, the fact of their great rarity is well established. As far as I have been able to ascertain, there is but one 'Resurrection Flower' in America. That new plants might be obtained from this lonely representative of its race few can doubt; but to this day the germs exposed so temptingly at each awakening, have never been removed. Old as it is, it has never done its work, the only seeds it has sown being those of inquiry and adoration in the minds of all who have witnessed its marvellous powers. Whether the pretty oriental tale of its origin be true or not--and it requires an oriental faith to believe it in the face of contradictory evidence--none can gaze upon that little emblem of 'Life in Death'--so homely and frail, and yet so beautiful and so eternal--without peculiar emotion. What drooping, weary soul, parched with the dust of earth, but sometimes longs to be forever steeped in that great Love in which it may expand and bloom--casting its treasures upon Heavenly soil,--and glowing evermore with the radiance of the Awakening. RECOGNITION. Now in the chambers of my heart is day, And form and order. A most sacred guest Is come therein, and at his high behest Beauty and Light, who his calm glance obey, Flew to prepare them for his regal sway. Now solitude I seek, which once, possessed, I fled; now, solitude to me is blessed, Wherein I hearken Love's mysterious lay, And hold with thee communion in my heart. That thou art beautiful, thou who art mine-- That with thy beauty, Beauty's soul divine Has filled my soul, I muse upon apart. In the blue dome of Heaven's eternity, Rising I seem upborne by thoughts of thee. THE SEVEN-HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY OF A GERMAN CAPITAL.