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The Folk-lore of Plants
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T. F. Thiselton-Dyer
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"The
moss-rose
that,
at
fall
of
dew,
Ere
eve
its
duskier
curtain
drew,
Was
freshly
gathered
from
its
stem,
She
values
as
the
ruby
gem;
And,
guarded
from
the
piercing
air,
With
all
an
anxious
lover's
care,
She
bids
it,
for
her
shepherd's
sake,
Awake
the
New
Year's
frolic
wake:
When
faded
in
its
altered
hue,
She
reads--the
rustic
is
untrue!
But
if
its
leaves
the
crimson
paint,
Her
sick'ning
hopes
no
longer
faint;
The
rose
upon
her
bosom
worn,
She
meets
him
at
the
peep
of
morn."
On
the
Continent
the
rose
is
still
thought
to
possess
mystic
virtues
in
love
matters,
as
in
Thuringia,
where
girls
foretell
their
future
by
means
of
rose-leaves.
A
ceremony
belonging
to
Hallowe'en
is
observed
in
Scotland
with
some
trepidation,
and
consists
in
eating
an
apple
before
a
looking-glass,
when
the
face
of
the
desired
one
will
be
seen.
It
is
thus
described
by
Burns:
"Wee
Jenny
to
her
granny
says,
'Will
ye
gae
wi'
me,
granny?
I'll
eat
the
apple
at
the
glass
I
gat
frae
uncle
Johnny.'
She
fuff't
her
pipe
wi'
sic
a
lunt,
In
wrath
she
was
sae
vap'rin,
She
notic't
na
an
aizle
brunt
Her
braw
new
worset
apron
Out
thro'
that
night.
'Ye
little
skelpie
limmer's
face!
I
daur
you
try
sic
sportin'
As
seek
the
foul
thief
ony
place,
For
him
to
spae
your
fortune;
Nae
doubt
but
ye
may
get
a
sight!
Great
cause
ye
hae
to
fear
it,
For
mony
a
ane
has
gotten
a
fright,
And
lived
and
died
deleeret
On
sic
a
night.'"
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