Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, Number 385. November, 1847.Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, Number 385. November, 1847.
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
And, therefore, though "flowers, fresh in hue and many in their
class," absolutely "_implore_ the pausing step," we forbear, and will
let him off this time with rehearsing only three or four among
them:--the _Allium fragrans_, he will join with us, if he has been in
Italy, in the wish that _all_ onions there were like it! the _Anchusa
Italica_, through whose long funnel the proboscis of the ever-buzzing
_Bombylius_ finds its way to the sweet nectar prepared within; the
_Scilla Lilio-hyacinthus_--a _Squill_ masquerading it as a _Hyacinth_;
the leaves of the _Cnicus Syraicus_, most beautiful of thistles,
glistening here in abundance, and scarcely inferior in attractions to
the far-famed _Acanthus_. But the society of plants is as promiscuous
as our own, and accordingly we find here the jaundiced _Chelidonium_
filled with bilious juices; the feculent-smelling flowerets of the
_Smyrnum olusatrum_, and the stinking _Geranium robertianum_, mingle
with the sweets of _Calendula_, _Narcissus_, and _Jonquil_; not to
mention the _Orchis_ tribe, which flourishes in profusion. Traversing
the green arena of the amphitheatre,--where annual festas are held,
and occasional cricket matches played--to the left, and leaving the
Temple of Diana to the right, we come upon a deep descent just in
front of the villa, and enter it for a minute to cast a hasty
_coup-d'oeil_ at the ample frescoes of the ceiling and the grim
mosaics of the floor; the subjects of the latter, however, not being
congenial to an unbreakfasted stomach, we relinquish them presently,
for the beauties of the park.... By the time we think of retracing our
steps, the clock of Monte Citorio has struck ten; but the morning is
still delightfully cool and exhilarating; we have been overtaken and
passed by three pedestrians, each carrying away from the grounds
something more than mere recollections; one, a _semplicista_ of the
Rotunda, with a collection of Galenicals for his shop; another with a
pocket full of _Arum_ roots, which he has been grubbing up for his
wife, a _lavatrice_, to clear linen; and a third, whose handkerchief
contains several pounds weight of _prugnoli_--_Agaricus
prunulus_--destined for his breakfast. These do not long keep pace
with our lingering footsteps; we are loth to quit hastily, and for
the last time, this scene of by-gone pleasures. Oh! Villa Borghese,
well known to us from curly-pated boyhood, before Waterloo was won,
and often at intervals since, till now, when half our hair has become
gray, and the remainder has left our temples, while grown-up nephews
and nieces declare to us, what our contemporaries will not--the
progress of time--how many happy hours of careless childhood have we
frolicked away among thine avenues and plantations--on which we cast a
last sad look--with urchins now as bald as ourselves! In early youth
we have read our favourite authors under thy trees; a little later,
have botanised with friends who loved thee and nature as dearly as we
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