ON THE VEGETATION OF BRAZIL. aT 
scenes of other] days, which time itself has not been able entirely to 
erase. 
The lowly, modest Darsy claims, equally with the Primrose, a place 
in the lays of the poets, and in the reminiscences of days gone by. It 
uncloses its eye with the day, and speaks of the Omniscient Eye, who 
sees alike the past, the present, and the future, and to whom not even 
the Daisy is beneath notice. 
But there is a little fairy flower which peeps forth in the morning of 
the year, often wearing a snow-wreath mantle, and vieing in aérial 
form with the elegant flakes, which seem as it were the falling robes of 
the spirits of the sky. When the wintry blasts are over, and the storm 
of life is past, the spirit rises, and leaves things earthly behind ; so the 
Syowprop, in vestal drapery, rises with angel-like form from the 
earth, and having been as it were dead in the autumn before, again 
awakes to life; teaching mortals to hope, and anticipate re-union with 
those friends who are “ not lost, but gone before.” 
At the time when grim winter’s icy reign ceases,"and spring—royal 
maiden—treads the flowery path to her sylvan seat, hailed with songs 
of welcome by a thousand woodland minstrels, she gathers the VioLeT 
as her train sweeps along, and selecting it from many bright jewels, 
’twines it, wreathlike, among her flowing, “golden tresses, There is 
not, perhaps, among the flowers, one more full of poetry, or one which 
conveys a better idea of the adorable and angelic. Certainly, were we 
asked to point out the flower which was to rank as the emblem of per- 
fection in the feminine character, we should unhesitatingly raise to our 
lips a blossom of the White Violet. 
What shall we write of the Woop Sorre.? Its delicate pencilled 
flower, and sensitive, emerald coloured leaves, appear as if, having sur- 
vived the shock in Eden, they were painfully agitated by, and unequal 
to contend with, the storms which now rage from pole to pole; yet, 
frail as it appears, when the tempest passes over, it rises, uninjured, to 
new life. It is supposed to be the true shamrock of Erin; and its 
leaf, three in one, reminds the Irish emigrant of the fgreen isle, and 
sends his thoughts over the blue waters to his former home. 
( To be continued.) 
ON THE VEGETATION OF BRAZIL. 
Mr. GArpNeEr was a pupil of Sir W. J. Hooker when he was botanical 
professor at Glasgow; and while there, having devoted much time to 
the study of natural history, and botany in particular, and his mind 
being excited by the glowing descriptions which former travellers had 
given of the natural productions of the tropics, he was seized with an 
ardent desire to travel in such regions. Mr. Gardner is now Director 
of the Botanic Garden at Ceylon; and his narrative under notice was 
principally compiled-during his voyage from England thither. 
About two months after his embarkation, on the 20th of May, 1836, 
Mr. Gardner first set foot on the shores of the great continent of the 
new world, at Rio de Janeiro. Soon after his arrival at Rio, Mr. 
