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FAMILIAR GASDEN FLOWBBS. 



Clare's cheerful lines beging^with a welcome that touches 

 the heart of every reader — 



" Welcome, pale primrose ! starting up between 

 Dead matted leaves of ash and oak, tliat strew 

 The lawn, the wood, and spinney through, 

 Mid creeping moss, and ivy's darker green." 



Andj to give one more quotation, there are Merrick's lovely 

 lines to primroses filled with morning' dew — 



" Why do you weep ? Can teai-s 

 Speak grief in you 



Who were but born 



Just as the modest mom 

 Teem'd her refreshing dew '; ' ' 



