Having thus quieted his suspicious subject, the operator proceeded to tie a BLUE HYACINTH to the end of the pole and held it out towards the wild animal.

The effect was magical.

Its eyes filled as if with raindrops, and its lips trembled as it pressed them to the flower.

After this it was perfectly quiet, and brought a measure of corn to the man-tamer, without showing the least disposition to strike with the feet or hit from the shoulder." That will do for the Houyhnhnm Gazette .-- Do you ever wonder why poets talk so much about flowers?
Did you ever hear of a poet who did not talk about them?
Don't you think a poem, which, for the sake of being original, should leave them out, would be like those verses where the letter A or E or some other is omitted?
No,--they will bloom over and over again in poems as in the summer fields, to the end of time, always old and always new.

Why should we be more shy of repeating ourselves than the spring be tired of blossoms or the night of stars?
Look at Nature.