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brilliant blue of Grape Hyacinth ; while For- 

 get-me-not and white Anemone, and even the 

 common white and pink-tipped Daisy, sprang 

 beneath them in the grass. The wild Lent 

 Lilies were over, and many of the Trumpet 

 Daffodils were nearly past, though there were 

 some splendid Emperors in a shady place. But 

 all the short-cupped, Star varieties were in 

 fullest glory, planted in fairy groves each 

 kind by itself. And they carried the bewil- 

 dered and enchanted eye away and away to the 

 dusky recesses of the wood, and the Spring 

 greens and browns of the sharp slopes of the 

 copse, against which a tall pink-flowered Cherry 

 stood, a proud and graceful sentinel. These 

 lovely bulbs are left to grow at will in the 

 garden, where, as they die down, their place is 

 taken by a succession of other flowers. Many 

 were rare, such as the delicately yellow Queen 

 of Spain, the white Cerneus, the quaint lemon 

 Cyclamineus. But wondrous fair as each kind 

 appeared, the effect as a whole was so absorb- 

 ing, that one could not stay to be botanical or 

 horticultural ; one merely drank in the beauty, 



