^0 FLORA HISTORICA. 



It springs where Avon gently flows, 



In wild simplicity, 

 And 'neath my cottage-window grows, 



Sacred to love and thee. 



This pretty little flow'ret's dye, 



Of soft cerulean blue, 

 Appears as if from Ellen's eye 



It had received its hue. 



Though oceans now betwixt us roar. 



Though distant be our lot, 

 Ellen ! though we should meet no more. 

 Sweet maid, Forget me not ! 



Tlie Myosotis Palustris is seen no where in 

 greater perfection and abundance than on the banks 

 of a stream in the environs of Luxembourg, which 

 is knovvn by the name of the Fairies' Bath, or the 

 Cascade of the Enchanted Oak. The romantic 

 banks of this stream are covered with these pretty 

 blue flowers from the beginning of July until the 

 end of August, and being reflected in the pure 

 waters, appear more numerous than they really 

 are. 



To this favourite spot the young girls often de- 

 scend from the ramparts of the town to spend the 

 leisure hours of their Saints' days, in dancing on 

 the borders of tliis stream, where they are seen 

 crowned with the flowers which the waters afford 

 them, like so many nymphs celebrating games in 

 honour of the Naiad of the Enchanted Oak. 



These scenes forcibly call to our recollection 



