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of yellow violet, or yellow stock gilliflower; and the 
Spaniards still call it “ violette amarilla. ’ ’ Bernard Bar- 
ton has addressed some beautiful stanzas to a flower which 
is a general favourite for its delicious fragrance, as well 
as for the reasons which he assigns for his admiration, 
and which will be better told in his poetry than in the 
author’s prose. After recounting the feeling with which 
his youthful eye marked the wall-flower, the poet sings : 
“ And now ’tis sweeter to behold 
Upon a bowering eve. 
Thy wind-swept blossom, meekly bold, 
The sun’s last look receive. 
I love thy beauty there to mark, 
Thy lingering light to see. 
When all is growing drear and dark 
Except the west and thee. 
For then, with brightness caught from heaven, 
An emblem true thou art 
Of love’s enduring lustre given 
To cheer a lonely heart. 
Of love, whose deepest, tenderest worth, 
Till tried, was all unknown. 
Which owes to sympathy its birth, 
And “ seeketh not its own;” 
But by its self-abandonment, 
When cares and griefs appal. 
Appears as if from heaven ’twere sent 
To compensate for all.” 
But, leaving unquoted the greater part of a poem full 
of pleasant thoughts, we must turn to the garden wall- 
flowers; though we ought to give them another name, as 
they grow on the beds of earth. We have several hand- 
some kinds in the garden, especially the dark-brown com- 
mon species, and some of the double-flowered sorts ; and 
they are all sweetly and powerfully scented. The foreign 
ones have reached us from warmer regions. In Arabia 
