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he sets, and before rain. Its short-lived beauty is thus 
alluded to by Sir W. Jones: — 
“ Youth, like a thin anemone, displays 
His silken leaf, and in a morn decays.” 
The anemone is one of the many flowers which, 
according to ancient fable, sprung from the tears of 
Venus and the blood of Adonis. Indeed, we learn 
from the same authority that to the latter it owed 
what it has to colour: — 
“ The boy with whom love seem’d to die 
Bleeds in this pale anemony.” 
THE BUSH VETCH. 
VICIA SEPIUM. 
“ What landscapes I read in the sweet cowslip’s looks ! 
What pictures of pebbles and minnowy brooks 
In the vetches that tangle the shore ! ” 
Though the vetch, with its curling tendrils and pea¬ 
like blossoms, forms so elegant a variety among other 
spiing flowers, it has obtained but little poetical dis- 
