THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 
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la jeune fille admire son eclat et plaint sa destinee. 
Aussitot l’amant se precipite, saisit la tige fleurie, et 
tombe engloute dans les dots. On dit que, par un der¬ 
nier effort, il jeta cette fleur sur le rivage, et qu’au mo¬ 
ment de disparaitre pour jamais, il s’ecriait encore: 
‘ Aimez-moi, ne m’oubliez pas ! ’ ” 
Its beauty and its name conjointly render it, one 
may almost regret to say, the fashionable favourite of 
the day, as the very idea seems to detract something 
from its quiet simplicity. It is introduced into every 
album, scrap-book, &c., and the first crude efforts of the 
early muse are usually in praise of the “ Forget-me- 
not.” I must plead guilty among the rest. 
In vain I search’d the garden through, 
In vain the meadow gay, 
For some sweet flower which might to you 
A kindly thought convey. 
One spake too much of hope and bloom 
For those who know of man the doom i 
Another, queen of the parterre, 
Thorns on her graceful stem did bear ; 
A third, alas ! seem’d all too frail 
For ruder breath than summer gale. 
