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saw the sun rise or set behind any hills. It is true 
that many other flowers lived in the garden, and we 
were a gay company, and no one was more care¬ 
fully attended to than myself. I was placed in a 
beautiful vase, and sold to a princess, who kept me 
in a lovely bower that stood by a little lake, where 
I could see the sky reflected in the water every 
day, but it was not so beautiful as my own Medi¬ 
terranean. Many people offered large sums of 
money for me, but the princess would not part with 
me. I was so afraid that I should be carried back 
into the dry garden again, that I tried to look more 
beautiful to her eye every spring. I saw she soon 
grew tired of every thing she possessed, and that 
her dresses were often changed for new ones, 
though it seemed to me they were no less beautiful 
and becoming than at first. I feared that I should 
lose her favor in the same way, for we always fear 
