eye upon their beauty. Crabbe speaks of their mischievous effects: "There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil; The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf.” CRABBE'S VILLAGE. Virgil has a fine comparison, which was copied by Ariosto, of a beautiful youth dying, to a Poppy surcharged with rain: "6 'Sed viribus ensis adactus VIRGIL, Book IX. "But the sword, strongly driven, pierces through his side, and rends his white bosom. Euryalus falls to the earth. The blood streams over his beauteous limbs, and his head droops upon his shoulder. Like a purple flower cut down by the plough, he languishes in death ; or as a poppy on its weary neck bows down its head, when overcharged with rain." "Come purpurea fior languendo more, ARIOSTO, Canto 18, Stanza 158. "Like the red flower which in its languor lies, His soul is gone; and with it, gone and fled The life and soul of all the men he led." But Ariosto was not, it seems, the first copyist of this simile; Virgil himself copied it from Homer: "As full-blown poppies, overcharged with rain, POPE'S HOMER, Book VIII. PRIMULACEE. PRIMROSE. PRIMULA GRANDIFLORA. PENTANDRIA MONOGYNIA. Primula, from primus, being one of the earliest flowers in the spring. -French, primevère; olive.-Italian, prima-vera. THIS little flower, in itself so fair, shows yet fairer from the early season of its appearance; peeping forth even from the retreating snows of winter: it forms a happy shade of union between the delicate snow-drop and the flaming crocus, which also venture forth in the very dawn of spring. There are many varieties of the Primrose, so called (the Polyanthus and Auricula, though bearing other names, are likewise varieties); but the most common are the Sulphurcoloured and the Lilac. The Lilac Primrose does not equal the other in beauty; we do not often find it wild; it is chiefly known to us as a garden-flower. It is indeed the Sulphur-coloured Primrose which we particularly understand by that name: it is the Primrose: it is this which we associate with the cowslips and the meadows: it is this which shines like an earth-star from the grass by the brookside, lighting the hand to pluck it. We do indeed give the name of Primrose to the lilac flower, but we do this in courtesy: we feel that it is not the Primrose of our youth; not the Primrose with which we have played at bo-peep in the woods; not the irresistible Primrose which has so often lured our young feet into the wet grass, and procured us coughs and chidings. There is a sentiment in flowers: there are flowers we cannot look upon, or even hear named, without recurring to something that has an interest in our hearts such are the Primrose, the Cowslip, the Mayflower, the Daisy, &c. &c. : A few Primrose-roots may be transplanted from their native woods or banks; or, should not these be within reach, may be purchased for the value of a few pence at CoventGarden flower-market. They are perennial; but, being so cheap, it is scarcely worth while to be encumbered with the unsightly roots in winter, when they may be so easily replaced; unless, indeed, we have an individual affection for them, as the gift of a friend, &c.; in such cases they may keep their station, observing now and then to give them a little water, when there is no frost. While in a growing state, they must be plentifully supplied with water, and shaded from the mid-day sun. They like a strong soil, but will thrive in almost any. The Swedes put the leaves of the Primrose into their wine to flavour it; and in some parts of England they are eaten in salad. The poets have not neglected to pay due honours to this sweet spring-flower, which unites in itself such delicacy of form, colour, and fragrance: they give it a forlorn and pensive character: "Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies." "Pale primroses LYCIDAS. That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength." WINTER'S TALE. "The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose." MILTON'S MAY MORNING. "What next? a tuft of evening primroses, Of buds into ripe flowers." KEATS. "The Primrose, when with sixe leaves gotten grace, W. BROWNE. The following lines give a pleasant picture of a kind of idly-musing tranquillity: "As some wayfaring man passing a wood W. BROWNE. Wordsworth alludes to the early passing away of the Primrose : "Primroses, the spring may love them, Summer knows but little of them." Ben Jonson calls it " The spring's own spouse." morning dew: "Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew? Alas! you have not known that shower That mars a flower; Nor felt the unkind Breath of a blasting wind; Or warped, as we, Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young, Speak, whimpering younglings, and make known Ye droop and weep: Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby? Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?" The poems of Clare are as thickly strown with Primroses as the woods themselves; the two following passages are from the Village Minstrel : "Oh, who can speak his joys when spring's young morn From wood and pasture opened on his view; When tender green buds blush upon the thorn, "And while he plucked the primrose in its pride, He pondered o'er its bloom 'tween joy and pain; Where nature's simple way the aid of art supplied." In another poem, after describing the village children rambling over the fields in search of flowers, he continues : "I did the same in April time, And spoilt the daisy's earliest prime; And joyful home each nosegay bore, And felt-as I shall feel no more There is something very touching in the following lines written upon the death of a beloved wife, in childbirth : "Who would have said, my love, when late through this Romantic valley, we from bower to bower Went gathering violets and primroses, |