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Anothei' lovely Spring Flower, which is very familiar to us, 
and often found in company with the primrose, is the hlue-bell, 
or wild hyacinth,— scilla non-scriptiis. The soft delicate blue 
of the bells hanging gi-acefully from the tall stem, and its wav¬ 
ing leaves of bright green, which grow in gi’eat profusion, render 
it conspicuously beautiful ; nor is its odour unworthy of its 
appearance. I intended to introduce portraits of the primrose 
and blue-hell, grouped, among tire illustrations of Spring; but 
having exceeded the number of plates, that drawing, among 
others, is omitted. It is remarkable that two flowers, so 
distinct from each other as the Spring blue-hell and the fragile 
harebell of Autumn, should he so frequently described as one 
and the same flower. No one thinks of mistaking a snowdrop 
for a lily, and yet these two blue bells are more imlike. 
Two more popular favourites among Spring’s rainbowed chil¬ 
dren ai-e the celandine and buttercup; and their bright golden 
faces tell us many a tale of infancy and happiness,—of the time 
“ when daisies and buttercups gladdened our sight like treasures 
of silver and gold.” There is the arum, too, with its curious 
sheaths, enfolding the singular spire of yellow, purple, or 
pink, which children call “ cows and calvesa title which my 
floral etymology has not yet enabled me to make airy sense of; 
hut I well remember the pleasure of seeking and gathering the 
plant; and now the sight of the arum’s broad shining barbed 
leaves in a hedge or on a hank, is an incsistihle attraction to peep 
for the well-known treasure. The modest “tender-hued wood- 
sorrel” gives to the lane its “ neat enamelling,” with its triple 
crimson-lined leaves and soft blossoms. And how delicately do 
