the City and the Country,
by _Professor Alden_, 29, 93, 170, 246, 302, 360

Taking Care of Number One, by _T. S. Arthur_, 320

The Judge; a Drama of American Life, by
_Mrs. Sarah J. Hale_, 21, 88, 154, 237, 298

The Language of Flowers, by _Jno. B. Duffey_, 277

The Last of the Tie-Wigs, by _Jared Austin_, 296

The Tiny Glove--a May-Day Story, by _Blanche_, 280

The Young Enthusiasts, by _Frank I. Wilson_, 309, 346

To A. E. B., or Her who Understands it, by
_Adaliza Cutter_, 297

Undersleeves and Caps, 327

Various Useful Receipts, 69, 139, 205, 270, 335, 396

Women of the Revolution, by _Mrs. E. F. Ellet_, 293

Ye Come to me in Dreams, by _Nilla_, 279

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

MAY.

May-Day Morning.
The Language of Flowers.
Spring.
"Now be Careful."
Music, &c.

THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

BY JNO. B. DUFFEY.

(_See Plate._)

AS, wandering forth at rosy dawn,
When sparkling dew-drops deck the lawn,
From glen and glade, and river-side,
We bring young flowers--the morning's pride.

And, bound in wreaths, or posies sweet,
With flowers our favored ones we greet;
For flowers a silent language own,
That makes our maiden wishes known.

A language that by love was wrought,
And by fond love to mortals taught;
A language, too, that lovers know,
Where, watched by love, sweet flowers may blow.

A language richer, purer far
Than all the tongue-born dialects are;
And, as the flowers, devoid of art,
It is the language of the heart.

Thoughts that would perish all untold
Live on the tongues that flowers enfold:
Thus will the Tulip's crimson shell
The love of stammering youth unveil.

And happy will that trembler be,
If she, with cheek of modesty,
Shall give his soft avowal room,
And twine it with the Myrtle's bloom.

But, should her heart feel not his glow,
The mottled Pink may answer "No;"
Yet Friendship, in an Ivy wreath,
A balm upon the wound will breathe.

The Morning-glory's dewy bell
In mystic tones of hope may