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BLUE TO PURPLE 



every hand we see x-arious shades of purjjle, maux'e, violet, 

 and heliotrope, — but very rarely of blue. 



" Blue ! 'T is the life of heaven, the domain 



Of Cynthia, the wide palace of the sun, 



The tent of Hesperus, and all his train. 



The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and 



Blue ! 'T is the life of waters, ocean 



And all its basal streams. 



Blue ! Gentle cousin of the forest green, 



Married to green in all the sweetest flowers." 



TRUE FORGET-ME-NOT 



Myosotis sv^7'afica I'ar. alpcstris. Borage Family 



Stems; erect, tufted. Leaves: oblong, linear. Flowers: in dense 

 racemes ; calyx five-parted, hirsute ; corolla salver-form, the throat 

 with small blunt crests at the base of the rounded lobes. 



This is the real True Forget-me-not. It grows from about 

 four to si.\ inches high and is found onl}' at high altitudes. 

 Its tinv turc[uoise flowers are very fragrant. Unlike the 

 prickly burs of the False species, the nutlets of the True 

 Forget-me-not are quite smooth. 



There are innumerable stories told concerning these blue- 

 eyed flowers, which are the emblems of undying love and arc 

 identified with our most romantic sentiments. One of the 

 most charming legends about them runs thus : 



"When to the flowers so beautiful 

 The Fatlier gave a name. 

 There came a little blue-eyed one 

 (All timidly it came). 

 And, standing at the Fatlier's feet, 

 And gazing in His face. 

 It said, in low and trembling tones, 

 Yet wil'.i a gentle grace : 

 ' Dear Lord, the name Thou gavcst me, 

 Alas! I liave forgot'; 

 Kindly the Fatlier looked Him down 

 And said, 'Forget Me not.'" 



