THE PURPLE HYACINTH. 
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And mythology informs us that Apollo and 
Hyacinth were playing at quoits, upon the 
banks of the river Amphrises, when the for¬ 
mer struck the latter on the temple with one 
of the quoits, and killed him upon the spot. 
He had not the power to restore him to life, 
but changed him into the flower that now 
bears his name, as a fond memorial of his 
sorrow. 
ILLUSTRATION OP THE SENTIMENT. 
To Sorrow 
I bade good-morrow, 
And thought to leave her far behind; 
Rut cheerly, cheerly. 
She loves me dearly, 
She is so constant to me and so kind. 
I would deceive her. 
And so deceive her, 
But ah! she is so constant and so kind. 
Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side, 
I sat a-weeping; in the whole world wide 
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