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Who a sprightly springall lov’d 
And, to have it fully prov’d, 
Up she got upon a wall. 
Tempting down to slide withall; 
But the silken twist unty’d. 
So she fell, and bruis’d, she dy’d. 
Love, in pity of the deed. 
And her loving lucklesse speed. 
Changed her to this plant, we call. 
Now, the Flower of the Wall. 
The Pimpernel, which I have gi’ouped with the Wall-flow^er 
in the plate, is also a wild flower of English grow'th j and few 
are more brilliantly, none more minutely, beautiful. The 
scarlet Pimjiernel, the Anagallis arvensis of botanists, is also 
called by the pretty rustic name of the “ poor man’s weather¬ 
glass, fioin the susceptibility possessed by the flowers causing 
them to close at the approach of damp or rainy weather; and 
‘ on this hint I spake,” in the illustrative poem. 
The blue Pimpernel, A. cccrulea, is also represented in the 
engraving; that, as likewise the pink and white varieties, ai’e 
natives of Britain, hut not foiuid nearly so often as the A. arven¬ 
sis —the bright scarlet, which is very common in corn-fields and 
among hedge plants. By cultivation, the corolla of the anagallis 
is produced very much larger than in the tvild state; hut in 
this, and many similar cases, I jirefer the simple original 
plant to any new or educated variety. 
To the peerless beauty of the River-cpieen, the jnire and 
stately White Water-Lily, let us next pay homage due, as 
to tlie loveliest of Flora’s gifts to our zone. In the splendid 
