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with bay, is raised to immortalize his fame, when his ears are 
become deaf to praise. He seldom receives his honours due 
while he enjoys the beauties of this terrestrial globe; and 
Clare has said, in his “Address to a Poet” — 
The bard his glory ne’er receives, 
Where summer’s common flowers are seen, 
But winter finds it, when she leaves 
The laurel only green ; 
And Time, from that eternal tree, 
Shall weave a wreath to honour thee. 
Real glory 
Springs from the silent conquest of ourselves. 
Thomson. 
Glory is like a circle in the water, 
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, 
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. 
Shakspeare. 
GRACES. 
HUNDRED-LEAVED ROSE. 
This tree bears a very fine double flower, of a deep crimson 
colour; its perfume, however, is weak. 
It is mentioned by Pliny as growing around Campania, in It¬ 
aly, and in the neighbourhood of Philippi, in Greece; and its 
flowers are so double that they have a hundred leaves. This 
rose does not, however, grow there naturally, but near to Mount 
Pangams, and when transplanted thence to Philippi, they yield 
finer flowers than on their native mountain. It is recorded that, 
