Reports of the Society, with correspondence on the exchanges of plants and books, and quaint local names of flowers, were given in the Magazine until it was brought to a close after Mrs. EWING'S death: but I am glad to say that the Society itself is still in existence, and any one who wishes to procure a copy of its Rules can do so by sending a stamped envelope to the Secretary, _Miss Alice Sargant, 7 Belsize Grove, N. W._ Miss SARGANT was the originator of the scheme, so its management remains in the best possible hands, and Professor OLIVER, of Kew Gardens, has consented to become President in Mrs. EWING'S place. She owed to him her first introduction to _Paradisi in sole Paradisus terrestris_, as well as many other kind acts of help on flower subjects. HORATIA K. F. GATTY. _May, 1886._ * * * * * CONTENTS MARY'S MEADOW, LETTERS FROM A LITTLE GARDEN, SNAP-DRAGONS, DANDELION CLOCKS, THE BLIND MAN AND THE TALKING DOG, SO-SO, THE TRINITY FLOWER, THE KYRKEGRIM TURNED PREACHER, LADDERS TO HEAVEN, SUNFLOWERS AND A RUSHLIGHT, TINY'S TRICKS AND TOBY'S TRICKS, THE OWL IN THE IVY BUSH, * * * * * How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are Thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart Could have recover'd greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. * * * * * O that I once past changing were, Fast in Thy Paradise, where no flower can wither! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Offering at Heaven, growing and groaning thither; Nor doth my flower Want a spring shower, My sins and I joining together. * * * * * These are Thy wonders, Lord of love, To make us see we are but flowers that glide: Which when we once can find and prove, Thou hast a garden for us, where to bide. Who would be more, Swelling through store, Forfeit their Paradise by their pride. --GEORGE HERBERT MARY'S MEADOW. CHAPTER I. Mother is always trying to make us love our neighbors as ourselves. She does so despise us for greediness, or grudging, or snatching, or not sharing what we have got, or taking the best and leaving the rest, or helping ourselves first, or pushing forward, or praising Number One, or being Dogs in the Manger, or anything selfish. And we cannot bear her to despise us!