Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil, Her sighs no more their sweets exhale,- Canst thou not trace a moral here, THE VINE. THE grateful juice of the vine has been given to cheer the heart of man; and though, alas! it is too often used as the excitement to unseemly revelry, where men degrade themselves to the condition of the brutes, over which they were created lords, we confess we like to see Depending vines the shelving caverns screen, BUT oh! let vines luxuriant roll Their blushing tendrils round the bowl. POPE. ANACREON. THE WHITE DAISY. In the by-gone days of chivalry, when a lady wished to intimate to her lover that she was undecided whether she would accept his offer or not, she decorated her head with a frontlet of white daisies, which was understood to say, "I will think of it.” An unknown poet has sung the daisy's offering in verses so agreeable to our ears that we must even let our readers share the pleasure. Think of the flowers cull'd for thee, In vest of silvery white, When other flowers perchance you see, Sweet roses and carnations gay, I mingle with the buds of May, A simple unassuming flower, 'Mid showers and storms I bloom; I'll decorate thy lady's bower, And blossom on thy tomb. ILLUSTRATION OF THE PLATE. Colored Geranium. Console yourself, we shall meet again. We meet again there is no power To blot the joy of this glad hour; The hush of happy e'entide brings This sweet farewell we meet again! We meet again— those locks that flow Those love-wreathed lips this heartfelt sigh- Our melting hearts-this sacred kiss Swear for me that I will not stain This pure farewell we meet again. GEORGE LUNt. 19* |