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ger to himself! The mossy banks by the way side, where we 

 so often sat for hours drinking in the beauty of the primroses 

 with our eyes; the sheltered glen, darkly green, filled with the 

 perfume of violets, that shone in their intense blue, like another 

 sky spread upon the earth ; the laughter of merry voices ; the 

 sweet song of the maiden — the downcast eye, the spreading 

 blush, the kiss ashamed at its own sound — are all brought back 

 to the memory by a flower." 



For the Committee, 



SAMUEL WALKER, Chairman. 



