^fronts autumnalis. Natural Order: Ranunciilacece — Crowfoot Family. 
N the Adonis we have a fine hardy annual of European 
birth, which, according to ancient mythology, sprung from 
the blood of Adonis, one of the lovers of Venus, who while 
hunting was killed by a boar. Venus mourned his loss with 
many tears. While she was weeping over the spot, a beautiful 
plant came up covered with flowers like drops of blood. Thus 
have the fables and flowers descended to us through the mists of ages, 
laden with the reminiscences of vanished time. 
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'T'EARS, idle tears,— I know not what they mean,- 
A Tears from the depth of some divine despair 
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, 
In looking on the happy autumn fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more. 
— Tennyson. 
'T'HEY bid me raise my heavy eyes, 
A Nor mournful still in tears complain — 
They bid me cease these broken sighs, 
And with the happy smile again: 
They say that many a form of light 
Is gliding round me while I pine, 
But still I weep —though fair and bright, 
It is not thine. —Mrs. Norton. 
TTTHEN the cold breath of sorrow is sweeping 
^ * O’er the chords of the youthful heart, 
And the earnest eye, dimmed with strange weeping, 
Sees the visions of fancy depart; 
When the bloom of young feeling is dying, 
And the heart throbs with passion’s fierce strife, 
When our sad days are wasted in sighing, 
Who then can find sweetness in life? 
— Mrs. Embury. 
1\/TEMORIES on memories! to my soul again 
There come such dreams of vanish’d love and bliss 
That my wrung heart, though long inured to pain, 
Sinks with the fullness of its wretchedness. 
—PInxbe Carey. 
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