Luchanter’s Wightshade, 
Civeea Lutetiana. Narurar Orver: Onagracee— Evening Primrose Family. 
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ps Paris was known to Julius Caesar, and Lutetiana is therefore 
S/F 6 | fe equivalent to Parisian. Circe was, according to heathen my- 
sz PA\;-2thology, the wife of the king of the Sarmatians, whom she 
a poisoned, and for which she was banished by her subjects. 
She fled to Italy, and fell in love with Glaucus, a sea-god, 
who was in love with Scylla. Circe poisoned the water in which 
Scylla bathed, and thus turned her into a sea-monster. The two words 
», constitute the botanical name of this plant, which is found in our own 
country from Carolina to Illinois. It grows in damp, shady places. 
Its flowers are rose color, and small; its fruit is inversely heart-shaped, 
having conspicuous hooks. 
Sarcery. 
F you can look into the seeds of time, 
‘And say which grain will grow and which will not, 
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 
Your favors, nor your hates. —Shakespeare. 
ITTXIS thine to sing, how, framing hideous spells Their destin’d glance some fated youth descry, 
In Sky’s lone isle, the gifted wizard seer, Who now, perhaps, in lusty vigor seen, 
Lodg’d in the wintry cave with fate’s fell spear, And rosy health, shall soon lamented die — 
Or in the depths of Uist’s dark forest dwells; For them the viewless forms of air obey; 
How they, whose sight such dreary dreams engross, Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair, 
With their own vision oft astonish’d droop; They know what spirit brews the stormful day, 
When, o’er the watery strath or quaggy moss, And heartless, oft like moody madness, stare 
They see the gliding ghosts unbodied troop. To see the phantom train their secret works 
Or, if in sports, or on the festive green, repair. —Collins. 
ITY me! I am she whom man 
Hath hated since ever the world began; 
I soothe his brain in the night of pain, 
But at morning he waketh—and all is vain. i 
i —Barry Cornwall, 4 
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