THE FOXGLOVE AND THE HAREBELL. In a valley obscure, on a bank of green shade, One morning she saw, on the opposite side, She mark'd how the flow'rets all gave way before him, While they pressed round her dwelling with far less decorum. Dissatisfied, jealous, and peevish, she grows, And the sight of the Foxglove destroys her repose; She tires of her vesture, and swelling with spleen, "I envy your mood, that can patient abide But you have no spirit,-would I were as meek." kne The Primrose, good-humour'd, replied, "If you ray. "To stay near him long would be fading or death, For he scatters a pest with his venomous breath; While the flowers that you fancy are crowding you there, Spring round you, delighted your converse to share. His flame-colour'd robe is imposing, 'tis true, Yet who likes it so well as your mantle of blue; "I see your surprise, but I know him full well, The Primrose was silent-the Harebell, 'tis said, ANON. STOCK GILLIFLOWER. (Matthiola.) THE Gilliflower is a British plant, and well known to all who can procure a few yards of garden ground, being a hardy plant, and requiring little care and attention in its cultivation, although its beauty is much improved by the art and industry of the gardener; but, as botanists, we should never meddle with those that are double; they are deformed; nature will no longer be found among them; for, if the most brilliant part of the flower (the corolla) be multiplied, it is at the expense of the more essential parts, which disappear under this addition of brilliancy. In the single flowers we find the petals of the corolla standing wide from each other, forming a figure something like the cross of the order of St. Louis, whence these corollas are called cruciform, or cross-shaped. The Gilliflower is of almost all colours and hues; some are extremely beautiful; and the double sort has a brilliant appearance in |