Evening Primrose. 
(SILENT LOVE.} 
“Love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers.” 
Mrs. HEMANS. 
T HE Evening Primrose, emblematic of silent love, does not 
unclose her cup of paly gold until her lowly sisters are 
rocked into a balmy slumber, and until 
“ The moon 
Lifts up Night’s curtains, and with visage mild 
Smiles on the beauteous Earth, her sleeping child.” 
This pallid yellow blossom and her favourite midnight haunts 
are thus interestingly described in a botanical paper of an old 
number of the “ Family Friend,” and the description is too 
pretty to be deemed inappropriate to our purpose : “ She loves 
to look the pale moon in the face, and often in the witching 
hour of deep midnight, when stars keep their watch on high, 
you may see the hospitable plant surrounded by such insects 
as avoid the light of day—warmly-coated moths, and beetles 
of various kinds, which resort to her for their nightly banquet. 
Associated with much poetry and many legends, this favourite 
flower grows luxuriantly, and attains to the height of several 
feet in a wild part of the Vale of Clwyd, on the roadside 
between Denbigh and Ruthin, as also in many sites of his¬ 
toric interest in various parts of Britain . . . but nowhere so 
abundantly as in the Vale of Clwyd, with its rushing stream, 
and trees swaying in the wind, discovering, as the branches 
wave and bend, the tower of old Ruthven in the clear cold 
moonbeams. Those towers look well when seen from the lone 
spot where grows the evening primrose: time has laid them 
