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Anagallis tenella. Bog Pimpernel.

Pentandria Monogynia.

Blossom wheel-shaped. Capsule cut round, of one cell

and many seeds. Leaves egg-shaped, rather acute. Stem creeping, striking

root at the joints. Withering.

There is perhaps no soil more abundant, in some of the curiously beautiful smaller kinds of plants, than bog, or moor-land. Possibly their beauties may be more striking, after traversing a steril track of country, such as must often be crossed in search of bog-plants. The botanist is rarely more delighted, than when, after such a ramble, he arrives at the head of a rivulet, or some little inland lake, where the herds of cattle gather together to refresh themselves with the cooling waters, and at every step they take, tread on ground carpetted by these “flowers of the forest.” In such situations the Anagallis tenella is often found in company with the sundew; its light leaves and delicate blossoms spreading along the ground, and mingling with moss and minute wild-flowers.

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Amid the lone and heathy wild,
Where cultivation never smiled,
And man, with undelighted eye,
Passes the desert region by;
Lo, there Tenella makes her bed,
And lifts unseen her modest head.

Of fairer form and brighter hue
Than many a flower that drinks the dew,
Amid the garden's brilliant show,
Where scarce the roughening breeze may blow,
Her charms the graceful flower unveils,
And bends beneath the moorland gales.

Oh, it is thus, when grief's keen blast
Has o'er the chasten'd spirit past,
Till all the future lot seems traced
On sorrow's lone and dreary waste,
She finds unthought-of sweets that bloom
Amid the desert's chilling gloom.

These, lovelier than the fragile flowers
That wave in Joy's luxurious bowers,
Sweet as the buds of Sharon's rose,
Amid the wild their leaves unclose,
And give to Heaven's pure gales alone
Perfections to the world unknown.

And thus it is, that heaven can bless
The bleak and lonely wilderness;
And thus in Sorrow's lowly state,
Where all seems drear and desolate,
Become the thorny wastes of care,
Amid neglect and ruin, fair.

Hypericum perforatum. Common St. John's

Polyadelphia Polyandria.

Stems two-edged. Leaves blunt, with pellucid dots. Whole

plant quite free from hairs. Stems upright, nearly cylin. drical, the edges running from the base of the leaves to the bottom of the knot below, beset above with small, black dots. Leaves in cross pairs, oblong, rounded at the end, with seven and sometimes five semi-transparent lines, with several black dots near the edges on the under side: the semi-transparent dots numerous. Fruit-stalks from the bosom of the upper leaves. Calyx segments spear. shaped, ending in a point. Petals ribbed, set near the edges with dark purple glands; one of the sides very entire at the edge, the other serrated. Stamens thirty or more. Anthers with a globular black gland at the top, between the lobes. Germen egg-shaped. Styles threadshaped, yellow. Summits sometimes crimson.-Withering.

THE hypericum is one of those plants which in times past were held sacred by the Druids, and which, in a more recent period, have been considered by the ignorant as mystic flowers, peculiarly fitted for use at some particular seasons, and serving as a spell, or charm. At one time, it was the custom to practise many curious ceremonies on Midsummer-eve and the

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