134 CAMPANtFLA. 



parish of Edrom, G. Henderson. Langton wood, and Lees' cleugh. 

 Rev. Thos. Brown. Castlelaw woods ; and in a wood S.W. of Pol- 

 warth church. Dr. R. D. Thomson. Ridpath dean. R. (Plentiful 

 in the beautiful deans at Linthaughlee.) Aug. 



357. C. ROTUNDiFOLiA. ^lut^UtiU '. HatJUiS' Ci)iml)If£i. Com- 

 mon. On heaths, in deans, and by foot-paths through fields ; in 

 tufts on dry crumbling banks, on scaurs, and in the crevices of rocks 

 and old walls. Thus it fixes itself on almost every ancient ruin ; 

 and it has been amongst the first to take possession of the chinks in 

 the masonry of the monument* erected to Wallace on the heights 

 above Drybiirgh. — Summer and Autumn. — This is the " Blue-Bells" 

 of Scotland, although the Scilla nutans has been often so miscalled 

 by those who knew not our " floral language." James Grahame and 

 Sir Walter Scott knew better, properly marking its season. 



" As yet the Blue-bells linger on the sod 

 That copes the sheepfold ring ; and in the woods 

 A second blow of many flowers appears. 

 Flowers faintly tinged, and breathing no peifixme." — Grahame. 



" but still. 

 When summer smiled on sweet Bowhill. 

 And July's eve, with balmy breath. 

 Waved the Blue-bells on Newark heath." — W. Scott. 



Delta's Harebell ("Poems on Flowers in Poetical Works," ii. p. 

 149.) — the "Blue-bell of Scotland" — is not distinctly defined, but 

 the concluding lines prove it to be the Campanula : — 



" Sweet floweret of the pastoral glen. 

 Amid the stir, the strife of men. 

 Thou speakest of all gentle things. 

 Of bees, and birds, and gushing springs. 

 The azm-e lake, the mossy fount, 

 The plaided shepherd on the mount, 

 The silence of the vale profound. 

 And flocks in quiet feeding round ! " 



An anonymous contributor to Hone's Every Day Book, vol. i. p. 

 901, has so graphically described the stations of our Campanula — 

 his Bellflower — that I cannot resist the temptation of quoting some 

 of the stanzas : — 



" With drooping bells of clearest blue 

 Thou didst attract my childish view. 



Almost resembling 

 The azure buttei-fly that flew 

 Where on the heath thy blossoms grew 

 So lightly trembling. 



" Where feathery fern and golden broom 

 Increase the sandrock cavern's gloom 



I 've seen thee tangled, 

 'Mid tufts of purple heather bloom 

 By vain Arachne's treacherous loom 



With dewdrops spangled. 



