A ROSE FROM MRS. BROWNING'S DESERTED GARDEN. I mind me in the days departed, With childish bounds I used to run The beds and walks were vanished quite ; And wheresoe'er had struck the spade, The greenest grasses nature laid, To sanctify her right. I called the place my wilderness, The sheep looked in, the grass to espy, The trees were interwoven wild, And spread their boughs enough about Adventurous joy it was for me! Old garden rose-trees hedged it in It did not move my grief to see Friends, blame me not: a narrow ken, We draw the moral afterward We feel the gladness then. The gladdest hours for me did glide In silence at the rose-tree wall: A thrush made gladness musical, Upon the other side. A LAY OF AN EARLY ROSE. A rose once grew within In her loneness, in her loneness, A white rose delicate, On a tall bough and straight! Early comer, early comer, Never waiting for the summer. Her pretty guests did win "For if I wait," said she, "Till times for roses be,For the musk-rose and the moss-rose, Royal-red and maiden-blush rose,— "What a glory then for me, Roses plenty, roses plenty, "Nay, let me in," said she, "For I would lonely stand, Uplifting my white hand, On a mission, on a mission, To declare the coming vision. "Upon which lifted sign What worship will be mine? What addressing, what caressing, And what thank, and praise, and blessing!" So, praying, did she win -Poor Rose, to be misknown! Some word she tried to say- Dropped from her fair and mute, Who beheld them smiling slowly, Said, "Verily and thus It chanceth eke with us; Poetry singing sweetest snatches, While that deaf man keeps the watches." ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. A CHAPTER ON INSECT LIEE. Walking in our rose-garden this pleasant fine day, let us inquire a little into the habits and character of the Aphides with which our favourite flowers are sure to be more or less molested, and in order to do this in the best manner, let us take out the first volume of the "Episodes of Insect Life," as we have so often done, and turning to page 172, read in the sunshine and with an aphis-stricken rose-bush before us, what that clever writer has to say on the subject. "Let us," says he, "early in the spring, look a little closely at the leaf-buds of a rose-bush which we shall find even now occupied by aphis-tenantry, such as have recently emerged from minute black eggs, deposited last autumn on the branches. These are all green, of small size and without wings, but later (towards the end of May) a single flowerbud is likely to present us with two or three kinds of these infesting sap-suckers differing in size, form and colour. We shall therefore venture to anticipate the appearance of summer rose-buds, and, with them, that of the numerous |