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are thy impassioned odours, that for¬ 
merly ascended towards heaven like 
the hymn of an innocent child ? ” 
“I have then the honour, madam,” 
said I, very respectfully, “ of con¬ 
versing with the tutelary genius of 
the Violet—that flower shall be ever 
dear to me.” 
What more I might have said, for 
I was beginning to be rhapsodical, I 
know not; but, upon looking into her 
gentle eyes for the effect of my out¬ 
pouring, I found them suffused with 
tears, and then, for the first time, I 
remarked that, on the iris of each, I 
saw beautifully and distinctly-deline¬ 
ated a little Violet, glistening, as it 
