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daughters of Spring had called her with their fra¬ 
grance, and their bright looks, to hear their little 
histories. Even before they- had burst from the 
giound, they must have heard the Snow-drop talk¬ 
ing to the daughter of man, for as soon as they 
appeared above it, they seemed to seek with eager 
glances the eyes and the heart that loved them. 
“ You must surely know me,” said the Hyacinth, 
“ f° r I was once of the race of man. My spirit 
then dwelt in a mortal form, beloved by Apollo, a 
deity of that far-famed Grecian land of which you 
have already heard so much. Let me tell you how 
I came to be a flower. 
“ Zephyr, as well as Apollo, loved the youth ITya- 
cinthus; but Apollo dwelt in the sun, from which 
he brought the warm rays that quicken our spirits 
into this joyous life, and Zephyr is not so great a 
favorite with me as he is with the Anenomes ;_this 
