GAME, PLAY. 
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Zephyr, who blew it from its course as it 
passed from the hand of Apollo, and smote 
the unfortunate youth on the head. Hurd 
mentions 
The melancholy hyacinth that weeps 
All night, and never lifts an eye all day; 
probably in allusion to the melancholy fate 
of Hyacinthus. 
The following address to the hyacinth is 
extracted from Tait’s Magazine. The lines 
were sent to the editor of that talented pe¬ 
riodical as the production of a young coun¬ 
try girl in the north of Ireland. We agree 
with him in saying (if that statement be 
true), that they are indeed more than won¬ 
derful. They are introduced here with great 
propriety, as they refer to the fate of Hya¬ 
cinthus as detailed in the preceding para¬ 
graph. 
Oh! mournful, graceful, sapphire-coloured flower, 
That keep’st thine eye for ever fixed on earth. 
Gentle and sad, a foe thou seem’st to mirth — 
What secret sorrow makes thee thus to lower. 
Perhaps ’tis that thy place thou canst not change, 
And thou art pining at thy prison’d lot; 
But oh! where couldst thou find a sweeter spot, 
Wert thou permitted earth’s wide hounds to range ! 
In pensive grove, meet temple for thy f° rm » 
Where, with her silvery music, doth mtrucie 
The lucid stream, where nought unkind or rude 
Durst break of harmony the hallowed charm, 
