Flowers

day, who works worsted and dances di! vinel}', does not know tliat a moas rose is first cousin to a Freneh turnip, and the mangel-wurzul, a poor rclation to the poppy fnmily. Flowers are not trifles, as ono might know, if ho would only think how much pains God bas taken with them evcrywlicre; not one unfiniahcd; not ono bearing the marks of brush or pencil. - Fringing the eternal borders of mountain winters; graoing the pulseless breast of tha graygranite; everywhere they are humanizing. ' Murderers do not ordinarily wear roses in their button holes. Vlllains