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parish of Edrom, G. Henderson. Langton wood, and Lees' cleugh, 

 Rev. Thos. Brown. Castlelaw woods ; and in a wood S.W. of Pol- 

 warth church. Dr. R. D. Thomson. Ridpath dean. R. (Plentiful 

 in the beautiful deans at Linthaughlee.) Aug. 



357. C. KOTTjNDiFOLiA. mmMtUi i Matties' Wtfimihi. Com- 

 mon. On heaths, in deans, and by foot-paths through fields ; in 

 tufts on dry crumbling banks, on scaurs, and in the crevices of rocks 

 and old walls. Thus it fixes itself on almost every ancient ruin ; 

 and it has been amongst the first to take possession of the chinks in 

 the masonry of the monument erected to "Wallace on the heights 

 above Dryburgh. — Summer and Autumn. — This is the " Blue-Bells" 

 of Scotland, although the Scilla nutans has been often so miscalled 

 by those who knew not our " floral language." James Grahame and 

 Sir Walter Scott knew better, properly marking its season. 



" As yet the Blue-bells linger on the sod 

 That copes the sheepfold ring ; and in the woods 

 A second blow of many flowers appears, 

 Flowers faintly tinged, and breathing no pel-fume." — Grahame. 



" but still. 

 When summer smiled on sweet Bowhill. 

 And July's eve, with balmy breath, 

 Waved the Blue-bells on Newark heath." — W. Scott. 



Delta's Harebell ("Poems on Flowers in Poetical Works," ii. p. 

 149.) — the "Blue-hell of Scotland" — is not distinctly defined, but 

 the concluding lines prove it to be the Campanula : — 



" Sweet floweret of the pastoral glen. 

 Amid the stir, the strife of men. 

 Thou speakest of all gentle things. 

 Of bees, and birds, and gushing springs. 

 The azure lake, the mossy fount. 

 The plaided shepherd on the mount. 

 The silence of the vale profound. 

 And flocks in quiet feeding round ! " 



An anonymous contributor to Hone's Every Day Book, vol. i. p. 

 901, has so graphically described the stations of our Campanula — 

 his Bellflower— that I cannot resist the temptation of quoting some 

 of the stanzas : — 



" With drooping bells of clearest blue 

 Thou didst attract my childish view. 



Almost resembling 

 The azure butterfly that flew 

 Where on the heath thy blossoms grew 

 So lightly trembling. 



" Where feathery fern and golden broom 

 Increase the sandrock cavern's gloom 



I 've seen thee tangled, 

 'Mid tufts of purple heather bloom 

 By vain Arachne's treacherous loom 



With dewdrops spangled. 



