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POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
origin of its emblem, as there is but little of Humility 
about their haughty race, whatever there may be in 
their name. 
Blue-belled flowers, known by a hundred various 
names in different parts of England, and all belonging 
to the genus Campanula, are as familiar as the Daisy 
to every one who has rambled about the country—from 
the campion (the giant) to the creeping, and every 
variety of bell-shaped flower that belongs to the order. 
But of all the Blue-bells, my favorite is the little wild 
Hare-bell, which still gets as near into London as it 
can for the smoke, and may be found no farther off than 
Dulwich and Norwood, nodding its beautiful blue head, 
when nearly all the flowers of summer have faded. 
There, together with the heather, it still blows, in spite 
of railways and land-surveyors, and will do until the 
foundations for new houses have uprooted it from its 
native spot; until human habitations are reared, and 
household hearths blaze above the place where it has 
for ages grown. That botanist displayed some taste 
who first selected these bell-shaped flowers as the em¬ 
blem of Constancy, for “true blue” is one of the few 
colors about which Britons boast; they are truly 
English flowers. 
