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ELICATE and beautiful for a house plant is the Scarlet 
i Fuchsia, a native of South America: and the story of its 
general introduction into England is somewhat singular and 
"not without a touch of romance. A gentleman, while travel¬ 
ing, passed through some town not far from the great metropolis, 
and there saw a plant with hanging bells, like ear-drops, which 
attracted his attention. Upon his arrival in London, he informed an 
eminent gardener of what he had seen, eulogizing the beautiful and 
graceful arrangement of its flowers. The gardener went immediately 
to the place designated, but the poor cottager declared that she could 
not part with it, as her “ good man, who was at sea, had brought it 
yas a present the last time he was at home, and she did not know if she 
should ever see him again.” He however finallv possessed himself of it by 
offering her a large sum, and promising her the first slip. He brought it home, 
.divided and subdivided it, soon having a large number of plants, for which he 
obtained a rapid sale. 
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'T'HE light of 
A The mind, 1 
UTER laugh, full of life, without any control, 
But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul; 
And where it most sparkled no glance could discover. 
In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brightened all over. —Moore. 
love, the purity of grace, 
the music, breathing from he 
— Byron. 
RACE was in all her steps, heav’n in her eye. 
and love! 
— Milton. 
L'' RACE was in all her steps, 
r face. 'A In ev’ry gesture dignitv a 
\ LOVELIER nvmph the pencil never drew, 
1 For the fond Graces form’d her easy mien, 
And heaven’s soft azure in her eye was seen. —Hayley. 
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TTER ivorv-polish’d front with seemly cheer, 
1 1 Graced at the bottom with a double bow, 
Where all the Graces in their throne appear, 
Where love and awful majesty do grow, 
Expends itself, and shows a field more clear 
Than candid lilies or the virgin snow; 
Her eyes, like suns, shoot rays more sharp than darts, 
Which wound all flinty, love-despising hearts. 
— Pordage. 
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