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quite low on the ground, almost under 

 foot. The seeds may have lain there long, 

 first carried by the birds, perhaps. We 

 have never before observed this overspread- 

 ing of White Violets. In every corner 

 where there may be any little bit of 

 border not dug under trees, even niched 

 into the walls in all parts of the garden 

 are white violets. We should not be 

 content with always white instead of 

 purple ; yet there is some kind of strange 

 little spell about the white, so that some- 

 times I am compelled to put on my 

 hat and hasten out into the garden, just 

 for a moment's look at their fresh pleasant 

 faces, and to inhale their scent. There is 

 no 'easting' in their perfume, whether 

 they come white or blue ! and indeed I 

 think these white violets must be here 

 < for luck ! ' It matters not if we have 

 to-day's chill sunlight, or if a black north- 

 easter blows, the silvery violet patches 

 shine on unheeding in serene and genial 

 lowliness. Ah, how ungrudgingly would 

 we not if this might be pass them on 

 into the grey life of one or two, to cheer 



