FLORA'S LEXICON. 4fi 



LUE-BOTTLE. Centaur ea Qyamu, I 

 19, Sv.\(;i:\i:s!\. Order: Fewtban*a. The 

 beautiful blue of this flower, which is of the 

 colour of an unclouded sky, has made it the 

 emblem of a tender and delicate Bentiment, 

 nourished by hope. According to ancient 

 fable, this plant was called Cyanus, after a 

 youth of that name, whose attachment to corn-flowers was so 

 strong, that he employed his time chiefly in making garlands of 

 them, seldom leaving the fields so long as his favourite flower 

 was to be found, and always dressing himself in the fine blue 

 colour of the flower he so much admired. Flora was his goddess ; 

 and, of all her gills, this was the one he most admired. At last 

 the youth was found dead in a corn-field, in the midst of a quan- 

 tity of blue-bottles he had gathered. Soon after Flora transformed 

 his body into this flower, in token of the veneration he had for 

 her divinity. 



DELICACY. 



Thou wilt, I trust, find other hearts to bless, 



And other verdant spots in life's dull waste, 



And if my years roll on in loneliness, 



Still I must tarry where my lot is cast, — 



A martyr-task perchance — but not the less 



Will I fulfil it — it must end at last, 



And I will strive on other hearts to pour 



The gifts of gladness mine may know no more ! 



I am but what I was before we met — 



Beloved by some because my face is fair, 



Because my brow throbs 'neath a coronet, 



Because my brother is Ferrara's heir, — 



But still in solitude I must forget 



That one has known my inmost thoughts to share: 



I must return amid the reckless throng, 



To the deep silence I have nursed so long. 



Anon. 



