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" In merry spring-tide, 



When to woo his bride 

 The nightingale comes again, 



Thy boughs among 



He warbles his song, 

 That lightens a lover's pain. 



" 'Mid thy topmost leaves 



His nest he weaves 

 Of moss and the satin fine, 



Where his callow brood 



Shall chirp at their food, 

 Secure from each hand but mine. 



" Gentle hawthorn, thrive, 



And, for ever alive, 

 Mayst thou blossom as now in thy prime ; 



By the wind unbroke, 



And the thunderstroke, 

 Unspoiled by the axe of time." 



The following lines by another French poet, Olivier de 

 Magny, addressed to Ronsard's servant, present a most 

 delightful picture : 



" And if he with his troops repair 



Sometimes into the fields, 

 Seek thou the village nigh, and there 



Choose the best wine it yields. 

 Then by a fountain's grassy side, 



O'er which some hawthorn bends, 

 Be the full flask by thee supplied, 

 To cheer him and his friends." 



LONDON MAGAZINE, vol. v. p. 159. 



HEARTS-EASE. 



VIOLA TRICOLOR. 



SYNGENESIA MONOGYNIA. 



French, herbe de la Trinite ; pensees [thoughts]. Italian, flammola 

 [little flame] ; viola farfalla [butterfly violet] ; viola segolina [winged 

 violet]; nor della Trinita; suocera e nuora [mother-in-law and 

 daughter-in-law]. The Greeks have named it phlox I flame]. 



THIS beautiful flower is a native of Siberia, Japan, and 



