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The Fairy-Land of Science
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Arabella B. Buckley
134
Week
19
LECTURE
VII
THE
LIFE
OF
A
PRIMROSE
When
the
dreary
days
of
winter
and
the
early
damp
days
of
spring
are
passing
away,
and
the
warm
bright
sunshine
has
begun
to
pour
down
upon
the
grassy
paths
of
the
wood,
who
does
not
love
to
go
out
and
bring
home
posies
of
violets,
and
bluebells,
and
primroses?
We
wander
from
one
plant
to
another
picking
a
flower
here
and
a
bud
there,
as
they
nestle
among
the
green
leaves,
and
we
make
our
rooms
sweet
and
gay
with
the
tender
and
lovely
blossoms.
But
tell
me,
did
you
ever
stop
to
think,
as
you
added
flower
after
flower
to
your
nosegay,
how
the
plants
which
bear
them
have
been
building
up
their
green
leaves
and
their
fragile
buds
during
the
last
few
weeks?
If
you
had
visited
the
same
spot
a
month
before,
a
few
(of)
last
year's
leaves,
withered
and
dead,
would
have
been
all
that
you
would
have
found.
And
now
the
whole
wood
is
carpeted
with
delicate
green
leaves,
with
nodding
bluebells,
and
pale-yellow
primroses,
as
if
a
fairy
had
touched
the
ground
and
covered
it
with
fresh
young
life.
And
our
fairies
have
been
at
work
here;
the
fairy
"Life,"
of
whom
we
know
so
little,
though
we
love
her
so
well
and
rejoice
in
the
beautiful
forms
she
can
produce;
the
fairy
sunbeams
with
their
invisible
influence
kissing
the
tiny
shoots
and
warming
them
into
vigour
and
activity;
the
gentle
rain-drops,
the
balmy
air,
all
these
have
been
working,
while
you
or
I
passed
heedlessly
by;
and
now
we
come
and
gather
the
flowers
they
have
made,
and
too
often
forget
to
wonder
how
these
lovely
forms
have
sprung
up
around
us.
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