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THE FAIRY-LAND OF SCIENCE. 
LECTURE VII. 
THE LIFE OF A PRIMROSE. 
HEN the dreary 
days of winter 
and the early damp days 
of spring are passing away, 
and the warm bright sun- 
shine has begun to pour down upon the grassy paths 
of the wood* who does not love to go out and bring 
home posies of violets, and bluebells, and prim- 
roses ? We wander from one plant to another, 
picking a flower here and a bud there, as they nestle 
