THE QUEEN OF MAY. 
use, in floral language, than it is ; but being just ad¬ 
missible, and not requiring any over-exertion of fancy 
to see that Narcissus had a Desire to love some one 
who resembled himself, we must allow it to pass. The 
White Jonquil possesses the sweetest fragrance of all 
this class of flowers, and one which ought to be num¬ 
bered among the sweetest perfumes which breathe 
from the sweet and parted lips of May. 
The Convolvulus, or Bindweed, is known to every 
one ; from the pale pink flower that clings to the reeds 
or corn, to the long festoons which throw their large, 
white, hollow cups over every hedgerow. The Blue 
Convolvulus, which we see so commonly twined 
around door-porches, and beneath window-sills, con¬ 
stantly closes ito flowers about four o'clock, and such 
a regular “go-to-bed,” as it is called in the country, is 
no bad emblem of Repose. The Convolvulus and the 
Briony both twine contrary ways, one to the sun, and 
the other from it; nor can these positions be changed ; 
attempt to alter them, and in a few hours they will 
either resume their former spiral course, or begin to 
wither, and soon die. Something very beautiful might 
be woven out of this fact, and a new legend added to 
our wild flowers ; and had I not given the preference 
