PENTANDRIA. MONOGYNIA. Anagallis. 297 
A. TENEL f LA. Leaves egg-shaped, rather acute, stalked: stem creep¬ 
ing, striking root at the joints : (summit acute. E.) 
Dicks. H. S. — Curt.. 187— (E. Bot. 530 —FI Dan. 1085. E .)—H. Ox. v. 
26. row 1. 2—Ger. Em. 630. 3—Park. 554. 2-J. B. iii. 371. 2. 
{Stems filiform, three or four inches long, branched, slender. E.) Leaves 
not dotted underneath; egg-shaped, heart-shaped, or circular, small. 
Fruit-stalks more than twice the length of the leaves. Blossom pale 
purplish red, each segment marked with seven darker streaks, rather 
large. (A beautiful little plant, with somewhat the habit of a Lysima - 
chia. E.) 
Purple-flowered Moneywort. Bog Pimpernel. (Welsh: Gwlydd 
Mair y gors. E.) Wet heaths, meadows, and turfy bogs. In Suffolk, 
frequent. Mr. Woodward. (Crosby Marsh, Garston, and Green Bank, 
iri the neighbourhood of Liverpool. Dr. Bostock. In Anglesey. Welsh 
Bot. Over many parts of the Leas at Willesboro’ Kent, it extends a rosy 
carpet, that would arrest the most indifferent eye. Mr. Gerard E. Smith. 
Peat moss, Talkin Tarn, Cumberland. Hutchinson. Bogs on Hampstead 
Heath, and at Ken-wood, Middlesex. Mr. Bliss in Park’s Hampstead. 
In Ryhope Dean, near Sunderland. Winch Guide. E.) Tittensor Hills, 
and Cannock Heath, Staffordshire. Stokes. Upper pool at Soho, near 
Birmingham, in the turf by the side. Needwood Forest, Staffordshire. 
(Hunters Bog, King’s Park. Mr. Bainbridge. Grev. Edin. E.) 
P. July—Aug—Sept.* 
The flowers in finer weather only continue open from about eight A. M. till towards four 
p. m. Hence distinguished by Linnaeus as one of the Flores Solares, admissible in con¬ 
stituting the Horologium Floras; (vid. Hieracium ) ; the te Herbas horarum indices ” of 
Pliny; that 
i( Trace with mimic art the march of time 
and thus elegantly alluded to by Felicia Hemans in her 
DIAL OF FLOWERS. 
“ ’Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours. 
As they floated in light away, 
By the opening and the folding flowers, 
That laugh to the summer’s day. 
Thus had each moment its own rich hue 
And its graceful cup or bell, 
In whose coloured vase might sleep the dew. 
Like a pearl in an ocean-shell. 
To such sweet signs might the time have flow’d 
In a golden current on. 
Ere from the garden, man’s first abode. 
The glorious guests were gone. 
Yet is not life, in its real flight, 
Mark’d thus—even thus—on earth, 
By the closing of one hope’s delight, 
And another’s gentle birth ? 
Oh ! let us live, so that flower by flower, 
Shutting in turn, may leave 
A lingerer still for the sunset hour, 
A charm for the shaded eve.” E.) 
* (The Bog Pimpernel, (which occasionally cheers the traveller in his dreary course 
over the lone heath,) 
“ Of fairer form and brighter hue 
Than many a flower that drinks the dew 
Amid the garden’s brilliant show,” 
