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^bouis autumualis. Natural Order: Ranunculacccv — Crozvfoot Family. 



•i|^^' i2 ' %^^'^'^ ^ ^^ Adonis we have a fine hardy annual of Ein-opean 



Ji'^; ^ '. , ^)fe :; birth, which, according to ancient mythology, sprung from 



'ft'^jj-:^ . ' V . -^H, the blood of Adonis, one of the lovers of Venus, who while 



1^^ t-, ^''h hunting was killed by a boar. Venus mourned his loss with 



"(^ . ' _ C^ ' -^-T:." "li'ny tears. While she was weeping over the spot, a beautiful 



^^\|/*^ '■'"'^ plant came up covered with flowers like drops of blood. Thus 



have the fables and flowers descended to us through the mists of ages, 



t^ laden with the reminiscences of vanished time. 



qPEARS, idle tears,— I know not what they mean,- 

 ■*■ Tears from the depth of some divine despair 

 Rise in the heart, and gather in the eves. 

 In looking on the happy autumn fields. 

 And thinking of the days that are no more. 



THE 



lEY bid me raise my heavy eyes. 



Nor mournful still in tears complain — 

 They bid me cease these broken sighs. 



And with the happy smile again: 

 They say that many a form of light 



Is gliding round me while I pine, 

 But still I weep — though fair and bright. 



It is not thine. —Mrs. Xorton. 



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''HEN the cold breath of sorrow is sweeping 

 O'er the chords of the youthful heart. 

 And the earnest eye, dimmed with strange weeping, 



Sees the visions of fancy depart; 

 When the bloom of young feeling is dying, 



And the heart throbs with passion's fierce strife, 

 When our sad days are wasted in sighing, 

 Who then can find sweetness in life.' 



—Mrs. Emhiiry. 



IL 



IVT EMORIES on memories! 



There come such dreams 



That my wrung heart, though 



to my soul agam 



of vanish'd love and bliss 



long inured to pain. 



Sinks 



ith the fullness of its wretchednes; 



-Pkxh- Co, 



