was struck by the appearance of some blue 
flowers in the hedge, and exclaimed, “Here 
is the periwinkle still in flower.” He then 
tells us, that thirty years afterwards, being 
at Gressier, with M. Peyron, climbing a hill, 
he observed some in blossom among the 
bushes, which bore his memory back at once 
to the time when he was walking with Ma¬ 
dame Warens, and he inadvertently cried, 
“ Ah ! there is the periwinkle.” Rousseau 
relates this anecdote as a proof of the vivid 
recollection he had of every incident which 
occurred at a particular time of his life, and 
hence this flower is made to represent, “ Les 
doux Souvenirs.” 
Oh ! Memory, thou fond deceiver, 
Still importunate and vain, 
To former joys recurring ever. 
And turning all the past to pain. 
Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing, 
Thy smiles increase the wretch’s woe ; 
And he who wants each other blessing, 
goldsmith. 
This plant attaches itself strongly to the 
earth, which it adorns; it encloses itself en¬ 
tirely with its flexible branches, which are 
covered with flowers that seem to reflect the 
colour of the sky. Thus our first senti- 
