NOTES. 87 



" Call him Hector, son of Priam ! 

 Such his title and degree. 

 With my rake I smoothed his brow ; 

 Both his cheeks I weeded through : 

 But a rhymer such as I am 

 Scarce can sing his dignity. 



" Eyes of gentianellas azure, 



Staring, winking at the skies ; 

 Nose of gillyflowers and box ; 

 Scented grasses, put for locks 

 "Which a little breeze, at pleasure, 

 Set a~waving round his eyes. 



" Brazen helm of daffodillies, 



With a glitter toward the light ; 

 Purple violets, for the mouth, 

 Breathing perfumes west and south ; 

 And a sword of flashing lilies, 

 Holden ready for the fight. 



" And a breastplate, made of daisies. 

 Closely fitting, leaf by leaf ; 

 Periwinkles interlaced, 

 Drawn for belt about the waist ; 

 While therbrown bees, humming praises, 

 Shot their arrows round the chief." 



NOTE IV. 



THE EVENING PRIMROSE. 



I WONDER whether the Evening Primrose is as much 

 grown and cared for as it deserves to be. It is an 



