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Updated: June 28, 2025
The tang of ice was in the air; but in the valleys was all the gorgeous bloom of midsummer the gaudy painter's brush, the shy harebell, the tasselled windflower, and a few belated mountain roses. Long-stemmed, slender cornflowers and bluebells held up their faces to the sun, blue as the sky above them.
Alas! yes; the good girl frankly preferred the black mud of the streets of the capital to the verdure of the flowery meadows its dirty or scorching pavements to fresh and velvet moss of wood-paths perfumed with violets the suffocating dust of the barriers or the boulevards to the waving of golden corn, enameled with the scarlet flowers of the wild poppy and the azure of the bluebells.
That space I have surrendered frankly, covering it over with the charming saxifrage, S. hypnoides, through which in spring push bluebells, primroses, and miscellaneous bulbs, while the exquisite green carpet frames pots of scarlet geranium and such bright flowers, movable at will. That saxifrage, indeed, is one of my happiest devices.
"I am glad you were good to the baby," said Little Bear's mother, as she took the bluebells and daisies that he had brought and put them into a hollow stump beside the cave door. She had filled the stump with water from the spring while Little Bear was gone. "The flowers are lovely!" said Mother Bear. "Now please run into the woods for some green leaves and vines to put with them, Little Bear."
Here the birds trilled, the bees hummed in the bluebells, the brook roared and sang on its way to the sea; while over all the harmony of the world brooded a silence too great to be disturbed. Sunlight and shadow, snow and ice, gloomy ravines and dazzling mountain tops, mayflowers and singing birds and rustling winds filled all the earth with color and movement and melody.
At length, however, he broke the pause by asking, with a certain quiet abruptness peculiar to himself, if I liked flowers. 'Yes; very much, I answered, 'wild-flowers especially. 'I like wild-flowers, said he; 'others I don't care about, because I have no particular associations connected with them except one or two. What are your favourite flowers? 'Primroses, bluebells, and heath-blossoms.
Pretty maid an' gude maid she was, though they wouldn't burry 'er up to th' church, nor where she wanted to be burried neither." The old labourer paused, and put his hairy, twisted hand flat down on the turf beside the bluebells. "Yes?" said Ashurst. "In a manner of speakin'," the old man went on, "I think as 'twas a love-story though there's no one never knu for zartin.
She gathered a rich cluster of bluebells, and bent over them, pulling the pretty flowers into pieces, and throwing leaf after leaf into the stream. "Three months since," continued Ronald, "I came home to Earlescourt. Lord and Lady Earle were both at Greenoke; I, and not quite myself, preferred remaining here alone and quiet.
The pensive girl, her white hand, on which she leaned, buried among the raven tresses, was gazing fixedly into the depths of the clear sky, as if she sought to penetrate that azure veil, and find some hope realized among the mysteries of the space beyond. The neglected volume had fallen from her lap, and lay among the bluebells at her feet.
But theer's no human life so long as the road to happiness, Martin. And yet " He took her hand and for a moment she did not resist him. Then little Tim's voice chimed out merrily at the stream margin, and the music had instant effect upon Chris Blanchard. She drew her hand from Martin and the next moment he saw his dead bluebells hurrying away and parting company for ever on the dancing water.
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