Lind.
It is the bluebell,—ringing in for all
Young hearts life’s joyous Whitsun festival.
Mrs. Halm.
No, ’tis an evergreen,—as fresh and gay
In desolate December as in May.
Guldstad.
No, Iceland moss, dry gathered,—far the best
Cure for young ladies with a wounded breast.
A Gentleman.