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FEUDS AMONG THE HEATHER.* 
Methought, when these any flowers entwined were, 
I heard a tone. 
Like young leaves rustling in the Sinnnier air. 
When every one 
W’^hispers forth gentle iniasic : — and I hent 
To catch the sound 
(If sound that shadow of a voice might be). 
Which, inuriaiui-ing round. 
Seemed as though one discoursed displeasedly, 
And then another 
Answered in softer and more even speech ; 
It was the Heather — 
And this the converse that mine ear did reach. 
GREENHOUSE HEATHS. 
Gems of the sheltered bower are we; 
What know we of wilding flowers like thee P 
Thy rugged stein, hung with pmple bells. 
The tale of thy lowly lineage tells; 
• Tlie group contains two of our wild native heaths and three foreign ones. 
