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The Spartan Mirtle, whence sweete gumb does flowe; 
The purple Hyacinthe, and fresh Costmarie; 
And Saffron, sought for in Cicilian soyle; 
And Lawrell th’ ornament of Phoebus’ toyle. 
Fresh Rhododaphne; and the Sabine flower, 
Matching the wealth of th’ ancient Frankincence ; 
And pallied Yvie, building his own boure; 
And Box, yet mindful of his olde offence j 
Red Amaranth us, lucklesse Paramoure; 
Oxeye still green, and bitter Patience; 
Ne wants there pale Narcisse, that, in a well 
Seeing his beauty, in love with it fell. 
The flower and firuit of the Arbutus, or Strawbeny-tree, 
are rejjresented in the following plate. We have few shrubs 
which contribute so much and so constantly to the adorn¬ 
ment of our gai-dens and lawns as this. Its deep glossy 
ever-green leaves ai-e alone beautiful; but when in Autumn 
these are gemmed with its clusters of delicate flowers, and 
the richly-hued ripening fruit (which is a year in attaining 
maturity, and so appears with the succeeding blossoms), I 
know few objects so beautiful as a fine Arbutus. At the 
famed lakes of Killarney, the abundance and magnitude of 
these splendid trees constitutes one of the great channs of 
that fairy region. 
The spray, from which my illustration was made, ripened 
its many-tinted berries under the shelter of Warwick Castle, 
where the Arbutus trees, in the gi’eat court, are truly mag¬ 
nificent. 
The last subjects of my pencil, in this small portrait- 
