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Periwinkle.... Tender Recollections. 
In France, the Periwinkle has been adopted as the 
emblem of the pleasures of memory and sincere friend¬ 
ship, probably in allusion to Rousseau’s recollection 
of his friend, Madame de Warens, occasioned, after a 
lapse of thirty years, by the sight of this flower, which 
they together had admired. This plant is deeply rooted 
in the soil which it adorns. It throws out its shoots on 
all sides to clasp the earth, and covers it with flowers, 
which, reflect the hue of heaven. Thus our first affec¬ 
tions, warm, pure, and artless, seem to be of heavenly 
origin. 
Though the rock of my last hope is shivered, 
An d its fragments are sunk in the wave, 
Though I feel that my soul is delivered 
To pain,—it shall not be its slave. 
There is many a pang to pursue me: 
They may crush, but they shall not contemn; 
They may torture, but shall not subdue me,— 
’Tis of thee that I think, not of them. 
Byron. 
’Tis sweet, and yet ’tis sad, that gentle power, 
Which throws in winter’s lap the spring-tide flower: 
I love to dream of days my childhood knew, 
When, with the sister of my heart, time flew 
On wings of innocence and hope! dear hours, 
When joy spring up about our path, like flowers! ' 
Mrs. A. M. Wells. 
