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tlltricta Cutctiaim. NArrRAi. Order: Otiagi-aca 



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UTETIA of the Parisians is the name by which the city of 



P \\ IS was known to Julius Cfesar, and Lutetiana is therefore 



cqunalent to Parisian. Circe was, according to heathen my- 



thologv, the wife of the king of the Sarmatians, whom she 



^^^\5 poisoned, and for which she was banished by her subjects. 



" "^'°' ^he fled to Italy, and fell in love with Glaucus, a sea-god, 



who was in love with Scylla. Circe poisoned the water in which 



Scylla bathed, and thus turned her into a sea-monster. Tlie two words 



constitute the botanical name of this plant, which is found in our own 



country from Carolina to Illinois. It grows in damp, shady places. 



Its flowers are rose color, and small; its fruit is inversely heart-shaped, 



having conspicuous hooks. 



T F you can look into the seeds of time, 

 1 And sav Avhich grain will gio%v and which «ill 

 Speak then to me, who neither beg nor tear 

 Your tavors, nor yonr hates. —s/mtes/iea 



"yiS thine to sing, how, framing hideous spells 



In Sky's lone isle, the gifted wizard seer, 

 Lodg'd in the wintry cave with fate's fell spear. 

 Or in the depths of Uist's dark forest dwells; 

 How they, whose sight such dreary dreams engross. 

 With their own vision oft astonish 'd droop; 

 When, o'er the watery strath or quaggy moss, 

 They see the gliding ghosts unbodied troop. 

 Or, if in sports, or on the festive green. 



Their destin'd glance some fated youtli descry. 

 Who now, perhaps, in lusty vigor seen. 

 And rosy health, shall soon lamented die — 

 For them the viewless forms of air obey ; 

 Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair, 

 They know what spirit brews the stormful day, 

 And heartless, oft like moody madness, stare 

 To see the phantom train their secret works 

 repair. —Collins. 



piTY me! I am she whom man 

 ^ Hath hated since ever the world began; 

 I soothe his brain in the night of pain. 

 But at morning he waketh — and all is vain 



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