| Show Legend of the Fuschia How many have heard the legend of the fuschia the beautiful modest bell- bell shaped flower we have all seen and admired I will tell it to you as whispered to me by the murmuring wa waves ves Many centuries ago in a far off land landby landby landby by the side of the sea lived a beautiful maiden called Fair of face and form was she but in the great pansy- pansy blue eyes was a look of such insolent pride that women shunned her and such a scornful smile on the red lips that men feared even while loving her Best beloved was she amon among g all fair women fairest among all fair maidens was the daughter of Greece Most passionate among her lovers was Ilon lion a humble gardener well beloved of J Jeus eus Long years he vainly tried to win her but she only mocked him crying What shall I the child of Deli wed the lowly gardener a mere helot helot Patiently he bore with her but once in a passion of love and despair pleaded with her Oh my best beloved Long years have I waited and prayed you to be my own o Now my hearts heart's desire 1 I pray you ou wed me In my heart of hearts I will cherish you and you only and you only will I love your humble servant will I Ibe Ibe be if be-if if only you will he h my own Nay cried she haughtily what what proof proof have I of your love See there on that towering cliff I see one single flower growing alone pluck alone pluck it for me and you only will I love Patiently he made his way up the cliff and gained the flower he has begun the perilous descent down step by step he slowly came when a treacherous step threw him headlong down hundreds of feet I When his mangled body was brought to and she saw the blood red flower grasped in the lifeless hand she laughed Ah now I am rid of him I never would have wed him even eve had he brought the flower to tol r l me Then in anger did Jeus the friend n of Ilon lion change her into a lovely flower instead of a beautiful maiden beloved i by man But instead of the flower being erect the beautiful face always h drooped bowed down in shame Thus the fuschia was made now sh shame faced faced me-faced when you gather the bright flower remember ber the legend of the Grecian maiden Wandering Tf Jew few |
