HE A R TS-EASE; 
OR, 
PANSY. 
(Think of me—Thoughts?) 
“ There are pansies : that’s for thoughts.”—S hakspeare. 
symbolical of remembrance. It is a beautiful 
variety of the violet, far surpassing that flower in diversity 
and brilliancy of colour, but possessing little, if any, of 
the exquisite fragrance for which that is so renowned. 
The name given to it by the Italians is flarnmola , the 
“ little flame,” at least, this is an appellation with which I 
have met, and it is quite in the taste of that poetical people. 
The French call it pensee , “a thought.” “There are 
pansies,” says poor Ophelia: “ that’s for thoughts.” 
Drayton, in the “ Muses’ Elysium,” makes his nymph 
say— 
“Amongst these roses in a row, 
Next place I pinks in plenty, 
These double daisies then for show, 
And will not this be dainty ? 
The pretty pansy then I’ll tye, 
Like stones some chain enchasing ; • 
The next to them, their near ally, 
The purple violet placing, 
HE Heart's-ease, as its French name of pansy or 
pensee intimates, is in the language of flowers 
