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THE DWARF HEATH. 
Boast, Scotland, boast thy sons of migbty name, 
Tbine ancient chiefs, of higb heroic famé, 
Soûls tbat to death their country’s foes opposed, 
And life in freedom, glorious freedom, closed ! 
Langhorne. 
Lovely as are the foreign species of Heath, they are 
not known to us by their uses, nor are they endeared 
to our hearts by association — a feeling which possesses 
an ascendant influence over the mind of man. These 
are the reasons which lead us to pass with transient 
admiration the beautiful exotic sisterhood, while we 
cherish the common Heather that 
“ Sows the moor with purple grain.’’ 
As we look upon it our thoughts naturally wander 
into the 
“ Land of brown Heath and shaggy wood, 
Land of the mountain and the flood;” 
for the Heath is especially the flower of the Highlander ; 
