A MIDNIGHT RAMBLE. 



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ink have been devoted towards a 

 solution of the problem, one authority 

 finding a last resource in his exasper- 

 ation in the belief that the antique 

 poet "stood in need for the metre of 

 his verse of two long syllables which the 

 word tristis supplied him with." 



The plant is certainly bright and cheery 

 enough by day, and whatever its changed 

 aspect by night, it is certainly not one of 

 sadness. The blue flower-spikes rise up 

 precisely as at mid -day, but the foliage 

 presents a striking contrast, every wheel- 

 shaped leaf now drooping like a closed 



parasol against the stem. The various lupines are full of indi= 

 vidual whims in their choice of sleeping postures, some species 

 raising their leaflets in the form of a beaker, and others following 



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NASTURTIUMS. 



