A great gardening author has stated that if three flower-pots were kept in a window, one of the three should be devoted to the culture of violets. Well did he know how dear that little flower was to the human heart; and the more I think of that, the more I wonder that it is not more generally cultivated. For I don't know of any plant easier of cultivation, or that rewards more liberally the attention bestowed on it, whether grown in pots or in a frame. And I

I am sure there are few of our lady friends to whom a small "bouquet of sweet-scented violets would not be desirable in the cold days of winter and the earlier, stormier period of spring.

Not only for its usefulness and fragrance should we cherish, but also for its poetic associations. How, when in a musing mood, the sight of this simple flower conjures up associations, that enables us as "of old" to gambol amidst " the sweet scenes of our youth " in feats of skill and wanton merriment; yea, years have rolled on, and life with its stern duties has somewhat shaded the little romance within us; yet the time when the first-plucked violets were stealthily and bashfully presented to a favorite fair one, are as present to our memory as when "youth was young."

The Heart's Ease, from the harmonious combination and contrast of its colors, is often strikingly beautiful, and is frequently odoriferous, but it holds not the same place in our sympathies as the modest but sweet violet, that has little to attract the eye, but, like other objects, human as well as floral, would pass unnoticed in the crowd were it not for the beneficence they shed, the fragrance that they yield; and I only hope that the time is drawing nigh when this plant will be more universally cultivated. Any given rules for successfully growing the same are unnecessary; but I have found, myself, whether grown in pots or frames, they delight in nice drainage, a little charcoal, light loam, and plenty of air.