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SWEET REMEMBRANCES. 
PERIWINKLE. 
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, 
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; 
And ’tis my faith that every flower 
Enjoys the air that breathes. 
WORDSWORTH. 
Tuere is an agreeable softnessin the delicate 
blue colour of the periwinkle, and a quietness 
in the general aspect of the flower, that appears 
to harmonise with the retired situations where 
it loves to grow. It prefers the shady banks 
of the grove rather than to meet the meridian 
sun in the society of the gay plants of the 
parterre. 
In France the flower has been made em- 
blematical of the pleasures of memory, from 
the circumstance of Rousseau’s saying, in one 
of his works, that as he and Madame Warens 
were proceeding to Charmettes, she 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 Madame Warens, and he inadvert- 























