(Your purity equals your loveliness.) RANGE-BLOSSOM is generally deemed typical of chastity. The practice of brides wearing a wreath of it on their wedding-day, though still retained in some countries, is not so fashionable here as formerly. In his "Ode to Memory," Tennyson alludes to the custom of using these blossoms at nuptials thus: THE ORANGE-BLOSSOM. JUST then, beneath some orange-trees, Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy. THE ORANGE-TREE. SPENSER. NEXT thereunto did grow a goodly tree, With branches broad dispread and body great, Clothed with leaves, that none the wood might see, And laden all with fruit, as thick as thick might be. The fruit were golden apples glistering bright, E'er better saw, but they from hence* were sold, And planted there, did bring forth fruit of gold, And those with which th' Euboean young man wan [won] Swift Atalanta, when, through craft, he her outran. Here also sprang that goodly golden fruit With which Acontius got his lover true, For which the Idæan ladies disagreed, Till partial Paris deemed it Venus' due, And had [of her] fair Helen for his meed, That many noble Greeks and Trojans made to bleed. * The garden of Proserpina. TO THE HUMMING BIRD. CHARLOTTE SMITH. THERE, lovely bee-bird! mayst thou rove There rapid fly, more heard than seen, THE ORANGE-BOUGH. MRS. HEMANS. OH! bring me one sweet orange-bough, Go seek the grove along the shore, The grove where every scented tree Thrills to the deep voice of the sea. Oh! Love's fond sighs, and fervent prayer, My faint heart, even in death, would own. Then bear me thence one bough, to shed ANEMONE. (Withered Hopes-Forsaken.) HIS flower derives its name from anemos, the Greek word for wind, from thence came our poetical appellation of "the wind-flower." The ancients tell us that the Anemone was formerly a nymph beloved by Zephyr, and that Flora, jealous of her beauty, banished her from her Court, and finally transformed her into the flower that now bears her name. The more common myth is, that the anemone sprang from the blood of Adonis, combined with the tears which Venus shed over his body. The Greek poet Bion, in his "Lament for Adonis," says: "That wretched queen, Adonis bewailing, For every drop of blood lets fall a tear; Two blooming flowers the mingled streams disclose: TO THE ANEMONE. MISS PRATT. FLOWERS of the wild wood! your home is there, 'Mid all that is fragrant, all that is fair; Where the wood-mouse makes his home in the earth; Where gnat and butterfly have their birth; Where leaves are dancing over each flower, And the breath of the wind is murmuring low, Sweet are the memories that ye bring And the cuckoo's note, when the air is still, * * * * * Pure are the sights and sounds of the wild That ye tell of your Maker's glory; Useful the lesson that ye bear, That fragile is all, however fair; While ye teach that time is on his wing, THE RED ANEMONE. TENNYSON. GROWTHS of jasmine turned Their humid arms, festooning tree and tree, |