108 THE WILD HYACINTH. 



Clegg's Phoebe .... 1 | Atticus 1 



Wright's 63 1 Catterell's Elizabeth . . 1 



Lawrence's Bolivar ... 3 j Lord Hawkesbury ... 1 



Kouli Khan (Kearsley's) . 2' Earl of Nottingham . . . 1 

 Prince of AVales .... 1 



A FEW HINTS UPON THE PROPAGATION OF 

 VARIOUS PLANTS, 



BY G. C. H. 



SocH will probably be acceptable to many of your readers, I will, 

 therefore, commence with the common Wallflower, which I consider 

 may be raised to the greatest certainty ; in fact, with ordinary care, not 

 a single failure ought to happen. Take two, three, or four inches of 

 the upper shoots and cut them off clean with a sharp knife just below 

 an eye, then draw the point of the knife down the bark and just through 

 it, in two or three places, so as to be able to detach the bark from the 

 woody stem, and just separate it ; then plant it under a north wall, 

 watering occasionally. This operation will succeed in spring, summer, 

 or autumn. I have not tried it for Major Stocks ; but 1 should think 

 that it would answer. Crown Imperials, Lilies, Carnations, Gloxinia, 

 and Achimenes, I will notice in a future number, if agreeable. [We 

 shall be much obliged by other communications. — Conductor.] 



THE WILD HYACINTH. 



(Continued from page 87 ,) 

 Ovid, however, mentions the circumstance as follows : — 



" A well-pois'd disk first iiasty Phoebus threw, 

 It cleft the air, and whistled as it flew ; 

 It reach'd the mark, a most surprising length, 

 Which spoke an equal share of art and strength. 

 Scarce was it fall'n, when, with too eager hand, 

 Young Hyacinth ran to snatch it from the sand ; 

 But the curst orb, which met a stony soil, 

 Flew in his fiice with violent recoil. 



As in a water'd garden's blooming walk. 



When some rude hand has bruis'd its tender stalk, 



A fading Lily droops its languid head, 



And bends to eartii, its life and beauty fled; 



So Hyacinth, with head reclin'd, decays. 



And, sick'ning, now no more his charms displays. 



Quick to his aid distress'd Apollo flow. 

 And round tlie hero's neck his arms he threw ; 

 But whilst he held him to his throbbing breast, 

 And all the anguish of his soul exprest. 



