Set flowers on your table-a whole nosegay if you can get it, or but two or three, or a single flower, a rose, a pink, nay, even a daisy, Bring a few daisies and buttercups from your last field work, and keep them alive in a little water; aye, preserve but a bunch of clover, or a handful of flowering grass, one of the most elegant as well as cheap of nature's productions, and you have something on your table that reminds you of the beauties of God's creation, and gives you a link with the poets and sages that have done it most honor. Put but a rose, or a lily, or a violet on your table, and you and Lord Bacon have a custom in common: for that great and wise man was in the habit of having flowers in season set upon his table morning, we believe, noon and night - that is to say, at all his meals, for dinner in his time was taken at noon ; and why should he not have flowers at all his meals, seeing that they were growing all day? Now, here is a fashion that shall last you forever, if you please, never changing with silks, and velvets and silver forks, nor dependent upon caprice, or some fine gentleman or lady who have nothing but caprice and changes to give them importance and a sensation. Flowers on the morning table are especially suitable to the time.

They look like the happy wakening of the creation; they bring the perfumes of the breath of nature into your room ; they seem the representative and embodiment of the very smiles of your home, the graces of its good-morrow ; proofs that some intellectual beauties are in ourselves, or those about us. Some Aurora (if we are so lucky as to have such a companion), helping to strew our life with sweets, or in ourselves some masculine wilderness not unworthy to possess such a companion or unlikely to gain her. Leigh Hunt.