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PrnviNKLE,tffa'/eorred. Class 5. Order 1. Native 



f tnca, rosea. ru ' l East Indics - II *"' 



era the greatest part of the 

 year. Flowers either rose 

 color or pure white; the cen- 

 tre always a rich crimson 

 with a yellow eye. 



PLEASURES OF MEMORY. 



There sprang the violet all newe, 

 And fresh periwinke, rich of hue, 

 No violet, ne eke Periwinke 

 Ne floure more than men can thinke. 



Chaucer. 



SENTIMENT. 



T is sweet, and yet 't is sad, that gentle power, 

 Which throws in winter's lap the spring-tide flower: 

 I love to dream of days my childhood knew, 

 When, with the sister of rny heart, time flew 

 On wings of innocence and hope! dear hours, 

 When joy sprung up about our path, like flowers! 



Our smiles were clearer than the skies of June; 

 Our tears were not of sorrow, but full soon 

 The visions of my boyhood passed away, 

 And heavily life's chain upon me lay; 

 And now 't is sweet, though sad, alone to lie 

 Within the autumn noon's unclouded eye, 

 While memory renders back the pearls of cost, 

 That else in time's oblivious waves were lost, 

 And bids me own at once, and bless the power 

 Which throws in winter's lap the spring-tide flower. 



Mrs. A. M. Wtll*. 

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