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And the leaves turned darker, darker, 



Like to blood in hue, 

 On the grave ol her who perished j 

 And the flow'rs her mem'ry cherished, 



That her story knew. 



Long within the forest quiet, 



Was a song-moan heard, 

 Ever fainter, fainter growing, 

 Till again spring blossoms blowing, 



Then a new life stirred. 



And the spirit ol the mourned one, 



Came in form so fair, — 

 Pure and white — a fitting token 

 Of the heart all bruised and broken 



That had withered there. 



And the children call it Blood-root, 



When in summer hours, 

 From the leaves its roots they sunder, 

 While they at its red drops wonder, 



When so white its flow'rs. 



A. Gr. H. White. 

 Toronto. 



That lovely trailing evergreen, Epigcea repens — the 

 May flover — ought it not to have had a fuller notice — 

 the emblem of Nova Scotia, as the Maple Leaf is of 

 Canada ? June does indeed revel in a wealth of floral 

 treasures. This year, owing to the absence of a scorch- 

 ing sun, several May flowers will prolong their exist- 

 ence far into June, the Lillium picta, Dog-Tooth 

 Violets, Ladies' Slippers, Kalmias, Smilacina, &c. 



I love in early June to saunter under the green domes 

 of nature to catch the melody of the robin at sunset, 

 " to listen to the rustling music of leaves, to watch the 

 ferns unrolling their fronds and to collect the mosses 

 and the lichens " ; sweeter still, for a lover of flowers 

 and wild scenery, to add the traditional Spring visit of 

 the grim fern-clad ruins of Bigot's Chateau, at Charles- 

 bourg, so thrillingly described in Kirby's " Chien d'Or " 



