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Populus tremuloides. Naturat Orver: Salicacee—Willow Family. 
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ELEBRATED in ancient lore was Pheton, one of the sons 
of Pheebus Apollo. Epaphus, a reputed son of Zeus and Io, 
denied that Phzton was the son of Apollo, whereupon he, 
acting upon the advice of Clymene, his mother, went to the 
“palace of the sun to test his paternity.” Phoebus acknowl- 
edged him as his son, taking oath that anything he should 
as proof should be granted. Phaeton, probably desiring to 
excite the envy of Epaphus and to pass in glory before his jealous gaze, 
asked to drive his father’s chariot of the sun for one day. Apollo, dis- 
mayed, but mindful of his inviolable oath, granted the request. Pheton 
ascended with joy, but his steeds ran away, and threatened to set fire 
fell into the river Po. His three sisters mourned him incessantly, and 
were at last changed into poplars by the pity of the gods, and their tears into 
amber. The Aspen is a species of poplar, whose leaves are attached to the 
branches by long, slender petioles or leaf-stems, which keep them tremulous with 
the slightest breeze. 
kirtessiug Sensibitity. 
HY tremblest thou, Aspen? no storm threatens nigh; 
Not a cloud mars the peace of the love-beaming sky; 
Tis the spring of thy being —no autumn is near 
Thy green boughs to wither, thy sweet leaves to sear! 
The sun, like a crown, o’er thy young head shines free, 
Then wherefore thus troubled? what fear’st thou, fair tree? 
—Charles Swain, 
1 ane ais frail thing — but made OSES bloom, and then they wither; 
For spring sunshine, or summer shade. Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; 
A slender flower, unmeet to bear Shapes of light are wafted hither, 
One April shower —so slight, so fair. Then, like visions, hurry by. 
—Miss Landon, —Percival, 
Emer s hearts — touch them but lightly — pour 
A thousand melodies unheard before! —Rogers. 
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