circumstances may hâve deadened its glow and chilled 
its warmth, still an occasion al sparkle is seen to tell 
it yet lives; whilst in the hearts of those who hâve 
been more favourably placed it burns with a yet 
increasing lustre ; and, lighted by its pure flame, how 
bright ! how beautiful ! is the earth seen to be. 
I hâve said that some hâve questioned the Snow- 
drop’s being an indigenous English plant; and there 
are unquestionably some flowers which, originally 
foreigners, hâve become naturalized in our soil, and 
still haunt the spots where they were first placed, 
though a long sériés of years may hâve passed since 
the hand of man there cherished them. One of these 
is a beautiful Pink (Dianthus Caryophyllus, the Clove 
Pink), which grows upon the old walls of Rochester 
Castle. Year after year do its bright tufts appear 
scattered over the ruin, and, often as I hâve viewed 
the rosy clusters, thought sped to other days, when, 
ere the strength of the rude pile was decayed, 
another banner floated on its height. Surely there is 
something touching in the thought of flowers, perish- 
able flowers ! outliving not only man, but often every 
trace of his abode on the spot where they were ori¬ 
ginally planted. Perchance, time slowly undermined 
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