heart’s-ease. 
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And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, 
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. 
But Imightsee young Cupid’s fiery shaft 
Quench’d in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon. 
And the imperial vot’ress passed on. 
In maiden meditation, fancy-free. 
Vet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: 
It fell upon a little western flower, 
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, 
And maidens call it Love in Idleness. 
The juice of it, on sleepingeyelids laid. 
Will make a man or woman madly doat 
Upon the next live creature that it sees. 
Shakspeare. 
In the 5’ear 1815, this flower furnished occasion 
for a tragi-comic occurrence in France. A school¬ 
master in a provincial town had proposed as a theme 
for his pupils a description of the Viola Tricolor^ 
and given them as a motto the following passage 
from a Latin poem by FatherRapin,entitled “The 
Gardens 
Flosque Jovis varius, folii tricoloris, et ipsi 
Par violae. 
The mayor of the town was informed of the cir¬ 
cumstance ; and, taking it into his head that the 
object of the schoolmaster was to excite insurrection 
against the government of the lately-restored Louis 
