FLORA OF FORFARSHIRE. 
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is now destroyed by the railway operations. Craigs of Lun- 
die. Den of Balruddery, Dr Addison. 
V. odorata , L. Sweet Violet. H. 36, B. 34. — F. March, 
April. P. 
Den of Mains, but likely introduced there, though now 
quite naturalised. 
In a hedge below Gay field House, near Montrose, Mr J. 
Cruickshank. Hillside, Montrose, and near the cottage at 
Upper Mills, Kinaber, Mr A. Croall. 
It is doubtful whether this lovely and fragrant' blossom be 
truly indigenous in any of the stations indicated, but having 
been accustomed for a number of years to meet with it in 
“ Main’s flowery Den,” when vernal airs mingled its odours 
with those of the primrose, it became a special favourite, as 
it generally is, and the following lines were elicited in conse- 
quence : — 
THE SWEET PUEPLE VIOLET. 
No flower of the forest, though ever so bright, 
Nor tropical bloom, though it dazzle the sight, 
Hath charms that are half so endearing to me, 
As the little lone violet beneath the hedge-tree. 
Sweet gem of the spring-time ! though lowly its mein, 
As it timidly peeps from its covert of green, 
Yet Beauty delights in its blossom to dwell, 
And its sweetness, what bee or what zephyr can tell ? 
The bee knows the hank where the violet is found, 
And the zephyr so softly comes sighing around: 
Its nectar the bee sips — the zephyr doth share 
Its fragrance, and still it hath sweetness to spare ; — 
Eor the pale artizan, when he wanders abroad, 
Seeking truth in the bright living volume of God, 
Inhales its perfume as a halm to his heart, 
Which the cold selfish world hath refused to impart. 
And to him, in its beautiful eye, there appears 
The fresh dews of morning, like Sympathy’s tears ; 
And he blesses the hand that created the flower, 
And decreed such pure beauty and sweetness its dower. 
The violet, so long as it brightens the ground, 
Pours out its rich odours unceasing around; 
Yet its treasure decays not, till death nips its bloom, 
And its last fading beauties are hid in the tomb. 
