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Adonis, 
Adonis autumnalis. Narurar Orper: Ranunculacee —Crowfoot Family. 
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ae N the Adonis we have a fine hardy annual of European 
birth, which, according to ancient mythology, sprung from 
p=the blood of Adonis, one of the lovers of Venus, who while 
hunting was killed by a boar. Venus mourned his loss with 
: =~ many tears. While she was weeping over the spot, a beautiful 
ys je” “S plant came up covered with flowers like drops of blood. Thus | 
yy ye have the fables and flowers descended to us through the mists of ages, 
j laden with the reminiscences of vanished time. 
CICK CZ, 
FESS ESSGXO| 
: Sorrowtul Remembrances, 
oe idle tears,—I know not what they mean, 
Tears from the depth of some divine despair 
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, 
In looking on the happy autumn fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more. 
—Tennyson. 
HEY bid me raise my heavy eyes, HEN the cold breath of sorrow is sweeping 
Nor mournful still in tears complain — Over the chords of the youthful heart, 
They bid me cease these broken sighs, And the earnest eye, dimmed with strange weeping, 
And with the happy smile again: Sees the visions of fancy depart; 
They say that many a form of light When the bloom of young feeling is dying, 
Is gliding round me while I pine, And the heart throbs with passion’s fierce strife, 
But still I weep—though fair and bright, When our sad days are wasted in sighing, 
It is not thine. —Mrs, Norton. Who then can find sweetness in life? 
—Mrs. Embury. 
EMORIES on memories! to my soul again 
There come such dreams of vanish’d love and bliss 
That my wrung heart, though long inured to pain, 
Sinks with the fullness of its wretchedness. 
—Phebe Carey. 
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