A hly in my garden grew, Amid the thyme and clovcr, No fairer lily ever blew, Search ail the wide world over. lts beauty passed into my heart - I know 'twas very silly - But I was then a foolish maid, And ít - a perfect iily. One day a leamed man carne by, With years of knowledge laden, And him I questioned, with a sigh, Tjike any foolish maiden : " Wise sir, pfease tell me wherein lies- I know the question's silly - The 8omething that my art defies, And make a perfect lily." He smilod, and stooping plucked the flower, Then tore it, leaf and petal, And talked to her for full an hour, And thought the point to settle : " Herein it lies," at length he ciiee ; But 1 - I know 'twas silly - Could only weep and say, "But where - O, doctor, where'8 my lily ? " - Scribner's for April.