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Fuchsia, 
Fuchsia coccmea. Narorar Orver: Onagracee— Evening Primrose Family. 
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Poot without a touch of romance. A gentleman, while travel- 
passed through some town not far from the great metropolis, 
i 6) and there saw a plant with hanging bells, like ear-drops, which 
f attracted his attention. Upon his arrival in London, he informed an 
eminent gardener of what he had seen, eulogizing the beautiful and 
graceful arrangement of its flowers. The gardener went immediately 
to the place designated, but the poor cottager declared that she could 
not part with it, as her “good man, who was at sea, had brought it 
tas a present the last time he was at home, and she did not know if she 
should ever see him again.” He however finally possessed himself of it by 
offering her a large sum, and promising her the first slip. He brought it home, 
divided and subdivided it, soon having a large number of plants, for which he 
obtained a rapid sale. 
Grarg. 
ER laugh, full of life, without any control, 
But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul; 
And where it most sparkled no glance could discover, 
In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brightened all over. —.Voore. 
HE light of love, the purity of grace, RACE was in all her steps, heav'n in her eve, 
The mind, the music, breathing from her face. In ev’ry gesture dignity and love! 
—Byron. — Milton. 
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a LOVELIER nymph the pencil never drew, 
For the fond Graces torm’d her easy mien, 
And heaven’s soft azure in her eye was seen. —ffayley. 
ER ivory-polish'd front with seemly cheer, Expends itself, and shows a field more clear 
Graced at the bottom with a double bow, Than candid lilies or the virgin snow; 
Where all the Graces in their throne appear, Her eves, like suns, shoot rays more sharp than darts, 
Where love and awful majesty do grow, Which wound all flinty, love-despising hearts. 
—Pordage. 
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