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" In merry spring-tide. 



When to woo his bride 

 The nightingale comes again. 



Thy boughs among 



He warbles his song. 

 That lightens a lover's pain. 



" 'Mid thy topmost leaves 



His nest he weaves 

 Of moss and the satin fine. 



Where his callow brood 



Shall chirp at their food. 

 Secure from each hand but mine. 



" Gentle hawthorn, thrive. 



And, for ever alive, 

 Mayst thou blossom as now in thy prime ; 



By the wind unbroke. 



And the thunderstroke. 

 Unspoiled by the axe of time." 



The following lines by another French poet, Olivier de 

 Magny, addressed to Ronsard's servant, present a most 

 delightfid picture : 



" And if he with his troops repair 

 Sometimes into the fields. 

 Seek thou the village nigh, and there 



Choose the best wine it yields. 

 Then by a fountain's grassy side. 



O'er which some hawthorn bends. 

 Be the full flask by thee supplied. 

 To cheer him and his friends." 



London Magazine, vol. v. p. 159. 



HEART'S-EASE. 



VIOLA TmCOLOR. 



VioL^. SYNGENESIA MONOGYNIA. 



French, herbe de la Trinite ; pensees [thoughts]. — Italian, flammola 

 [Uttle flame] ; viola farfalla [butterfly violet] ; viola segolina [winged 

 violet]; fior della Trinita; suocera e nuora [mother-in-law and 

 daughter-in-law]. The Greeks have named it phlox [ flame]. 



This beautiful flower is a native of Siberia, Japan, and 



