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42 The Floral King.
What a meeting was that! How the old people
looked with joy and pride upon their young, learned,
handsome son. No cause now to rue the early love
of flowers they had implanted in his heart and soul
in his infancy. What delight to visit the old garden
and his own old plot therein, still kept in trim by
the loving hands of his younger sisters, who all
seem to have inherited a love for botany. But the
stay could only be short, and he soon set out again
for Upsala. His mother wrote him shortly after-
wards respecting his intended journey, which she
feared would deprive them for ever of their new-
blown hope; and amongst several reasons she used
in trying to dissuade him was,
“In thine own land live and dwell,
Working there with humble faith,
God will then provide thee well.”
But his father left it to his son’s own option.
“‘You have only yourself to provide for,” he wrote.
“Tf you think it will lead to your future advance-
ment, then pray that God may help you in this.
He is omnipresent, even amongst the desolate Alps.
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