FLORA OF FORFARSHIRE. 117 
The graceful Hair-bell is nearly as widely diffused as the 
daisy. Not only does its 
“ drooping bells of clearest blue” 
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adorn “ brown heath and shaggy wood,” but the sandy sea- 
shore and the lofty mountain-rock ; and it is a familiar 
flower by our waysides and under our hedge-rows. Heber, 
addressing it, says — 
“ But most I love thine azure braid, 
When softer flowers are all decayed, 
And thou appearest 
Stealing beneath the hedgerow shade, 
Like joys that linger as they fade, 
Whose last are dearest. 
Thou art the flower of memory ; 
The pensive soul recalls in thee 
The year’s past pleasures ; 
And led by kindred thought will flee, 
Till back to careless infancy 
The path she measures.” 
The “ Scottish Blue Bells” are especial favourites with the 
poets, and the sweet and fairy numbers to which they have 
been made to chime are attractive to all. “ Our own blue- 
bell,” as Nicoll calls it, was highly esteemed by Scott, whose 
lines, put in the mouth of his Lady Ellen, will give an addi- 
tional charm to every such blossom that blooms on the banks 
of Loch Katrine. 
“ ‘ For me,’ she stooped, and looking round, 
Plucked a blue harebell from the ground, — 
‘ For me, whose memory scarce conveys 
An image of more splendid days, 
This little flower, that loves the lea, 
May well my simple emblem be : 
It drinks heaven’s dew blithe as the rose 
That in the king’s own garden grows ; 
And when I place it in my hair, 
Allan, a bard, is bound to swear 
He ne’er saw coronet so fair.’ ” 
It occurs frequently with pure white flowers. 
C. latifolia , L. Giant Bell-flower. H. 203, B. 188. — . 
F. July. Augt. P. 
In the Hen of the Vane, which the water Koran runs 
through, Murr. North Flor. Ruthven, Rev. P. Barty . 
Mr G. Don enumerates this in his list, but gives no station. 
