Fancy Bells



     They are delicate little bells with tails dangling in the wind.  I never cease to wonder at God’s creations. 








     The variety in the shapes and sizes of columbine are so abundant.  When a new plant starts you wonder what it will turn out like. 







    I understood that this orange and red and yellow flower was a wild flower when a lady brought us one in a pot.  The others have seeded themselves in several places in the yard and have such pretty leaves.


















 "MEDITATE upon the promises of God. The promises are flowers, growing in the paradise of Scripture; meditation, like the bee, sucks out the sweetness of them. The promises are of no use or comfort to us till they are meditated upon. For as the roses hanging in the garden may give a fragrant perfume, yet their sweet water is distilled only by the fire; so the promises are sweet in reading over, but the water of these roses - the spirit and quintessence of the promises - is distilled into the soul only by meditation. The incense, when it is pounded and beaten, smells sweetest. Meditating on a promise, like the beating of the incense, makes it most odoriferous and pleasant. The promises may be compared to a golden mine, which then only enricheth, when the gold is dug out. By holy meditation we dig out that spiritual gold which lies hid in the mine of the promise, and so we come to be enriched. Cardan saith, there is no precious stone but hath some hidden virtue in it. They are called precious promises" (2Pet.i,4). When they are applied by meditation, then their virtue appears, and they become precious indeed.

 Watson's "Saint's Spiritual Delight."    1657. 

June 9, 1863 JWe, ARSH 11