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for tarts;” and in the highlands they are eaten with milk; and 
also in Derbyshire, where they are found in great quantities. 
The bilberry has been made the symbol of treachery from 
the following fable: “ CEnomaus, father of the beautiful Hip- 
podamia, had for his charioteer the young Myrtilus, son of 
Mercury. CEnomaus offered the hand of his daughter to any 
one who should outdo him in a chariot-race. Pelops, anxious 
to obtain Hippodamia, bribed Myrtilus to overthrow his mas¬ 
ter’s chariot, and CEnomaus was killed. In dying, he cried for 
vengeance, when Myrtilus was changed into the shrub which 
has ever since borne his name.” 
Thou hast come — not to cherish — 
To win but my heart;— 
It is thine till it perish; — 
Now, trifler, depart' 
f. s. o. 
TRUTH. 
BITTER-SWEET NIGHTSHADE. 
The ancients thought that truth was the mother of the vir¬ 
tues, the daughter of time, and the queen of the world. We 
moderns say that that divinity hides herself at the bottom of a 
well, and that she always mingles some bitterness with her 
sweets; and we appoint for her emblem a useless plant that 
loves the shade and is ever clothed in green. The bitter-sweet 
nightshade is, we believe, the only plant in our climate, that 
sheds and reproduces its foliage twice in one year. Its roots 
smell somewhat like the potato, and being chewed, produce a 
sensation of bitterness on the palate, which is succeeded by 
