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THE BLUE, OR HAREBELL.
In Spring's green lap there blooms a flower,
But most I love thine azure braid,
And thou appearest,
Whose last are dearest.
Thou art the flower of memory ;
The year's past pleasures ;
The path she measures.
Beneath autumnal breezes bleak,
I've seen thee bending ;
With death hues blending.
Thou shalt be sorrow's love and mine,
With spring are banished;
When these are vanished.
BLACK HELLEBORE, OR, CHRISTMAS ROSE.
The Christmas Rose, so called from its flowering about January, is perennial, and a native of Austria and Italy. It was unknown in our garden, till cultivated by Mr. John Gerard, in 1596. It has a pleasing appearance in our parterres, at a time of the year when all around it looks dull and gloomy. The Ancients used to esteem this plant a powerful remedy in maniacal diseases ; but as the same effects may be produced with more certainty and safety by other medicines, the use of it is now almost entirely abandoned, as it is well known to be poisonous. However, as a great acquisition to the flower border, we recommend its cultivation.