Root abrupt, not tapering. Leaves all radical, spreading, 
oblong-spear-shaped, toothed, rarely entire ; of a yellowish-green 
colour, hairy, hairs generally simple, but sometimes forked at the 
extremity. Scapes ( stalks ) several from the same root, from 6 to 
8 inches high, simple, round, hairy, single-flowered. Flowers about 
half the size of those of Jlpargia hispida (t. 318), drooping before 
expansion, and reddish. Involucrum almost entirely smooth. 
Florets strap-shaped, yellow, destitute of hairs on the tube, as well 
as of glands under their tips; the inner ones with a less perfect 
corolla than the outer row. The Seeds of the latter are crowned 
with a row of short, flat, toothed scales only (see fig. 4.), while those 
of the former bear sessile feathery down (see fig. 5). 
This greatly resembles Aparyia hispida, but it is a much smaller plant, and 
is readily distinguished from that, and its other congeners, by its nearly smooth 
calyx, and the want of feathery pappus to the outer row of seeds. 
Day Stabs ! that ope your eyes with man, to twinkle 
From rainbow galaxies ol' Earth’s creation. 
And dew-drops on tier lonely altars sprinkle 
As a libatiou. 
Ye matin worshippers ! who, bending lowly 
Before the uprisen Sun, God’s lidless eye, 
Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy 
Incense on high. 
Ye bright Mosaics ! that with storied beauty. 
The floor of Nature’s temple tesselate. 
What numerous emblems of instructive duty 
Y’our forms create ! 
Y’our voiceless lips, O Flowers! are living preachers, 
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book. 
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers 
From loneliest nook. 
Floral Apostles ’. that, in dewy splendour, 
“ W'eep without woe, and blush without a crime,” 
Oh! may I deeply learn, and ne’er surrender 
Your lore sublime. 
In the sweet-scented pictures, heavenly Artist ! 
With which thou paintest nature’s wide-spread hall. 
What a delightful lesson thou impartest 
Of love to all ! 
Not useless are ye, Flowers though made for pleasure ; 
Blooming o’er field and wave, by day and night. 
From every source your sanction bids me treasure 
Harmless delight. 
rosthumous glories 1 angel-like collection ! 
Upraised from seed or bulb interred in earth, 
Y'e are to me a type of resurrection, 
And second birth. 
Were I, O God! in churchless lands remaining, 
Far from all voice of teachers or divines. 
My soul would find, in flowers of thy ordaining, 
Priests, sermons, shrines * ! 
Horace Smith. 
From a 41 Hymn to the Flowers.” 
