PHEASANT'S EYE 



HAT shall we say of names now ? 

 The sneer at those '■' who allium 

 call tlieii- onions and their leeks " 

 nmst be C(.)ncealed for the present. 

 Here is a precious old garden 

 friend, the colours of which remind 

 us of the eye of the pheasant, 

 the most beautiful of our poultr)-, 

 which becomes game in the kill- 

 ing, and the scientific name of 

 which takes us right away into 

 the heart of legeudar)- lore. It 

 is the flower of Adonis, too, the 

 Adovi-'i (I II I II III nails, and it is the 

 " rose - a - rubie " and t he " red 

 maythes^' of the lierb women, 

 " by which uame,''^ says Gerardcj 

 " it is called of them that dw ell 

 where it growctli natural!}^, and generall}' red caniomill." 

 But what of all this? Why should we masticate (he 

 dry husks of Iiistory when we maj' drink the wine of 

 leifeudarv loiv ever fresh from the eternal fountains? 



" llcnrc, jj.'igi'iint history ! hence, gilJud cheat 1 

 .Swdvt jibinct in the universe of deeds .' 

 AV'ide sea, tliat one continuous unirinur breeds 

 i\ lolly the pebbled shore of nieinoiy." 



