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LANGUAGE OF FLOWEJIS,

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INTRODUCTION.

Wi love the flowers. Not only do they please th«
eye, and gratify the sense, but to one of a reflective
turn of mind they are I -nction.

Flowers add a charm t

else can impart. What high encomiums have been
lavishingly bestowed upon u vine-clad cottages"!
and how ofteu in our i lo we find notice

taken of so eranium that shells its

sweet fragrance around the room !

After a dreary winter, with what pleasure we hail
the little primrose ring above the ground,

whispers of the ci lling us that Win-

ter's reign is over, that the ti ne of Sowers has come,
and that Flora \. j I her jubilee on earth !

And as spring advanc followed by

6ummer, that season which more fully displays the
beauties of Flora's kingdom, with what li^ht and
joyous hearts we walk amid those beauties, watch
the unf tiding leaf, or gather to ourselves those gems
with which the Queen of Flowers delights to deck
her crown !

Flowers are the smiles of nature, and earth would
seem a desert without them. IIow profuse is na-
ture in the bestowment of her smiles ! They are
seen on every hill-side and ; they

cheer the travel] r ou his public way, and the her-
mit in his seclusion. Wherever of day
reaches, you will find them, and none so poor they
cannot grew first in Paradise,
and bring to our view more vividly than any thing
else the beauties of Eden.

INTRODUCTION,

It is no new thing to attach sentiments to flowers.
Tn Eastern lauds, Hewers have a language which all
under* ill small voice" which

is powerful on account of its silence. vi It is one of
the chief amusements of the (Jreek girls to drop
these symbols of n upon the

heir latticed win*
And the traveller can . rocks

• the conquests "f that ancient people,
' sd by foreign pi
name whi< • chosen for this little

volume we deem n

kind. As long aed to

flowers, so long hm Flnra 1 e| t an A bum on the

inscribed them
We do not profess to 1 this Allium, as

; liave been i of old

and neuici^',1 libraries ; but we fou 1 here

ribed
upon them >

and. when
they w I we bad in our posses-

sion a • opy of " Klora s Album."

Wi ', duce this .uurae

to your no ice, an I trui I thai "ur endeavors to please
will meet the approbation of the public.

J. B. A.

October 1st, 1846.

LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

Acacia, Yellow.

44 The acacia waves her yellow hair." — Moobk.
CONCEALED LOVE.

No searching eye can pierce the veil
That oier my secret love is thrown i

No outward signs reveal its tale,
But to my bosom known.

Thus, like the spark, whose vivid light

In the dark Hint is hid from sight,
It dwells within alone.

Mrs. Hemaks.

Do any thing but love ; or, if thou lovest.
And art a woman, bide thy love from him
Whom thou dost worship ; never li" him know
How dear he is ; flit like a bird before him ;
Lead him from tree to tree, from Mower to flower;
But be not won ; or thou wilt, like that bird,
"When caught and caged, be left to pine neglected,
And perish in forgetfulness.

L. E. Landon.

FLORA'S ALBUM.

Acanthus.

" Learned of
Italy's Acanthus, tLe aria
Which Corinth claims." — Miltos.

ART.

When, from the sacred garden driven,

Man fled before his Maker's wrath,
An angel left her place in heaven)

And crossed the wanderer's sunless path.
'T was Art ! svveet Art ! New radiance broke

Where her bright foot flew o'er the ground,
And thus with seraph vcice she spoke :

" The curse a blessing shall be found."

She led him through the trackless wild,

Where noontide's sunbeam never biased ;
The thistle shrank, the harvest smiled,

And Nature gladdened as she gazed.
Earth's thousand tribes of living things,

At Art's "ommand to him are given ;
The village grows, the city springs,

And point their spires of faith to heaven.

Charles Spbaqub.

flora's album. ]

Almond.

HEEDLESSNESS.

I knew a lady once

"Who was very beautiful,
Very fair to look upon,

And very dutiful.
Yet in this she erred,

What was very needless ;
She would do, and what b mere,

Do it very heedless.

She received a letter

Full of tender sighs,
And she read it over

Till her little eyes
Villed with tears, and her heart

Was about to melt,
When suddenly she thought alout

The paper that she felt.

It was coarse ; and she said,

" He must be a liar ; "
So she tore the letter up,

And put it in the fire.
But afterwards she did repent,

And said it was needless ;
And vowed she never more would do

Any thing so heedless. J. a. Adams

i

TLOBA'g ALBUM.

Amarant>

•* Its flowers of crimson hue bedropped
With thousand sparkling gems." — Auow.

IMMORTALITY.

Oh, listen, man !
A voice within us speaks the startling word,

n. tbou shalt r>eTer die ! " Celestial voices
Hymn it around our souls ; according harps,
By angtl angers touched when the mild stars
Of morning sang together, sound forth still
The song of our great immortality !
Thick, clustering orbs, and this our fair domain,
The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned se»,
Join in this solemn, universal song.

# # # *

The dying hear it ; and, as sounds of earth
Grow dull and distant, wafee their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony.

Richard H. Dana.

When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah ! whither strays the immortal mind ?

It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But eaves its darkened dust behind.

Byron.

FLO 3A 'o ALBUM

Alyssum.

WORTH BEYOND BEAUTY.

They tell me that thou art not fair,

That beauty is not thine ;
i'hat from thine eye uo glance is throwa

Which they might call " divine."

They laugh at me because I chose

Thee from the giddy throng ;
But they do not know the treasures dear

That to thy heart belong.

Beauty, whei comes, will fhde,

'T will faint, and droop, and die ;

But Wortii with tenfoid power will thine,
When sorrows gather nigh.

For what is Beauty Wt is as dreams,

That quickly pass away ;
And what is Worth ? >t is what it seems,

And nt rer will decay.

True worth will live beyond the graye,
'T will pierce Death's shadowy mist,

And near the throne of God on high
Eternally exist.

John S. Adamb.

30 FLOBA'8 album.

American Star Wort.

A slender plant, with starry blossoms.
WELCOME TO A STKANGES.

Lady, thou earnest from a stranger land,

And little of thee I know ;
Tet thou art joined to the fading baud

Of travellers here below.

And thou art of woman's form and mien,

Hast a woman's heart within ;
And, by thine eye and thy brow, I ween

Her sorrows with thee have been.

Thy Father is mine, and mine is thine ;

We both are his equal care ;
His goodness, and love, and blessings benign,

We each as his children share.

In sympathy, then, I give thee a hand

And greet thee as thus we go,
And pledge a renewal .in that bright land

Where pleasures porennial grow.

Mrs. Jane E. Locks

rLOEA'8 ALBUM. 11

Anemone, Garden.

" Youth, like a thin anemone, displays
Her silken leaf, and in a morn iecaya."

FOE'SAKEN.

As some lone bird without a mate,
My weary heart is desolate ;
I look around, and cannot trace
One friendly smile or welc )me face,
And ever in crowds am still alone,
Because I cannot love but one.

The poorest, veriest -wretch on earth
Still finds some hospitable hearth,
"Where friendship's or love's softer glow
May smile in joy or soothe in woe ;
But friend or leraan I have none,
Because I cannot love but one.

I go, — but whereso'er I llee,
There 's not an eye will weep for me ;
There 's not a kind, congenial heart,
Where I can claim the meanest part ;
And thou who hast my hopes undone,
Wilt sigh, altho »gh I love but »rae.

Btkok.

13 flora's album.

Auricula.

PAINTING.

Then first from Lore, In Nature's bowers,
Did Painting learn he. fairy skill,

And cull the hues of loveliest flowers,
To picture woman lovelier still.

For vain was every radiant hue.

Till passion lent a soul to art,
And taught the painter, ere he dreW,

To fix the 'node", in his heart.

Thus smooth awhile his toil went on,
Till, lo '. one touch his art defies :

The brow, the lips, the blushes shone;
But who could ("are to paint those eyes ?

'T was all in vain, the pointer strove :
So, turning to that boy divine,
" Here, take,'- lie said, " the pencil, Love ;

No hands should paint such eyes, but tldne."

Thomas Moore.

flora's album.

18

Aspen. Tree.

" Why tremble so, broad aspen tree ? "
LAMENTATION.

Well, thou art gone, and T am left ;

But oh ! how ^old and dark to me
This world, of ever;' charm bereft,

Where all was beautiful with thee !

MOHTGOXB&T.

* * * But now alone I sit,

Musing of her, and dew with mournful tears
Her little robes, that once with woman's prido
I wrought, as if" there were a need to deck
What God had made so beautiful.
Half faucj mg from h< . '.b there comes

A restless sound; and breathed the accustomed

rds,
"Hush! hu.-h thee, dearest." Then I bead M>d

weep, —
As though it were a sin to speak to one
Whose home is with the angels.

# # * *

* * Gone to God!

Be still, my heart ! what could a mother "b prayer,

In all the wildest ecstasy of hoper

Ask for its darling like the bliss of heaven ?

Mrs. Sxgouhnky.

14 FLORA'S ALBUM,

Azalea.

ROMANCE.

Parent ri" golden dreams, Romance !

Auspicious queen of childish joys !
Who lead'st along in airy dunce

Th}r votive train of girls and boys ;
At length, in spells no longei bound,

I break the fetters of my youth ;
No more I tread thy mystic round,

But leave thy realms for those of Truth.

And yet 't is hard to quit the dreams

"Which haunt the unsuspicious soul,
Where every nymph a goddess seems,

Whose eyes through rays immortal roll ;
While Fancy holds her boundless reign,

And all assume a varied hue,
When virgins seem no longer vain,

And even woman's smiles are fcue.

Byrow.

FLOBA'S ALBUM.

is

Bay Leaf.

« The nme throng all its little life, —
It changes but iu dying." — G. W. Doanb.

I CHANGE BUT IN DYING.

I change but in dying, — I '11 be faithful till death ;
I will guard thee with care from pollution's foul

breath ;
I p omise that ne'er in neglect thou shalt pine ;
I change but in dying, — say, wilt thou be mine ?

I com*1 not with riches, good fortune ne'er blest me,
Yet she of less worth, — ilfrss-fortune carest me ;
The light of true loTe o'er thy pathway shall shine ;
I change but in dying, — say, wilt ihou be mine ?

I change but in dying, and no holier vow

From lips mortal e'er came than I breathe to thee

now ;
It comes from a heart, with lore for thee sighing ;
Believe me, 'c is true, — I change but in dying.

John S. Adams.

If FLORA'S ALBUM.

Bell Flower, Pyramidal.

G 11 A T I T U D E .

The hound will fawn on any one
That greets him with a kind caress ;

The flowers will turn toward the sun,
That nurtures it in loveliness.

The drooping bird, with frozen wing,
That feeds in winter at your sill,

"Will trim his glossy plumes in spring,
And perch aboat your window still.

The gazing steed will mark the voice
That rules him with a gentle word j

And we n.ay see the brute Rejoice,
As though he loved the tones he heard.

We find the fiercest things that live,
The savage boor, the wildly rude,

When soothed by Mercy's hand, will gira
Some taint response of gratitude.

Eliza Cooe.

FLORA'S ALB CM. 17

Bilberry.

A ■pecies of whortleberry. An elegant fruit-bearing
piirt

TREACHERY.

Be it so ! we part forever !

Let the past as nothing he ;
Had I only loved thee, never

Hadst thou been thus dear to me.

Pride may ceol what passion heated,
Time will tame the wayward will ;

But the heart in friendship cheated
Throbs with woe's most maddening thrilL

More than wotnan thou wast to me ;

Not as man I looked on thee ; —
Why like woman then undo me T

Why " heap man's worst curse on me " T

Live ! and when my life is over,
Should thino own be lengthened long,

Thou may'st then, too late, discover
By thy feelings, all my wrong.

But 't is useless to upbraid thee

With thy past or present state ;
What thou wast, my fancy made thee ;

What thou art, I know too late. Btbon

18 flora's album.

Black Poplar.

COURAGE.

Courage ! — There is none so poor,
(None of all who wrong endure,)
None so humble, none so weak,
But may flush his father's cheek ;
And his maiden's dear and true.
With the deeds that he may do
Be his days as dark as night,
He may make himself a light ;
What though sunken he the sun !
There are stars when day is done !

Courage ! — Who will he a slave,
That has strength to dig a grave,
And therein his fetters hide,
And lay a tyrant by his side ?
Courage ! — Ilope, howe'er he fly
For a time, can never die !
Courage, therefore, brother men !
Cry " Uod and to the fight again ! "

BABiir CoairwAiA.

What though the field be lost,
All is not lost ; the ungovernable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never U submit or yield.

MILT05.

FLORA'S ALBUM. 19

Blue Canterbury Call.

A beautiful flower, with 9 deep rich color.

CONSTANCY.

She chins to him, with woman's love

Like ivy to the oak,
"While on hi ith crushing force,

Earth's chilling tempest bi

And when the world looked cold on him,

And blight hung on his name,
She Boothed his cues with woman's lore,

And bade him rise again.

When care had furrowed o'er his brow,

And clouded bis young hours ;
She wove amidst bis crown of thorns,

A wreath of Love's own flowers.

And never did that wreath decay,

Or one bright floweret wither ;
For woman's tears e'er nourished them,

That they might bloom forever.

*1 is ever thus with woman's love,
True till . is have passed ;

And like the vine around the tree,
It braves them to the last.

Saturday Courier,

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Borage.

BLUNTNESS, OR ROUOHNESS ]> F
MANNERS.

When the priest

Skoufcl ask, if Katharine should be liis wife,

" Ay, by gogs-wouns^ quoth he ; and swore so k>ud,

That, all amazed, the pr est let fall the bojk ;

And, as he Btooped again to take it up,

The mad-brained bridegroom took him such a cuff,

That down fell priest and book, and book and priest ;

# # # #

• * # - *
But after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine : A health, quoth he, as if
He had been abroad carousing to his mates
After a storm : quaffed off the muscadel,
And threw the .-ops all in the sexton's lace !
Ilavtng no other reason, —
But that his beard grew thin and Imngerly,
And seemed to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck ;
And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.

Shakspea^e.

FLORAS ALBUM. 21

Bundles of Reeds.
at U S 1 0 .

Music ! Oh how faint, how weak,

Language fades before thy Bp U !
Why should Feeling ever speak,

When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Friendship's balmy words may feign,

Love's are e'en more false than they ;
Oh ! 't is only Music's strain

Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.

Thomas Moore.

The man that hath no music in himself, .
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted.

SHAK8PEAEJE.

Bring Music ! stir the brooding air

With an ethereal breath !
Bring Bounds, my struggling soul to bear

Up from, lie ';ouch of death !

Mrs. IIemans.

22 flora's album.

Bramble.

" Wild bramble of the brake." — Elliott.

REMORSE.

But Pedro, at that dreadful time,

lie, whose stern spirit, unreclaimed,

Nor age has soothed, nor terror tamed,

Felt all the errors of his crime.

Heaven's chastening vengeance touched his breast,

And tears his deep remorse exprest,

While o'er the victim's dark- veiled brow

Burst from his soul the roice of woe.

William SoiHi.Br.

# * * #

Memory broods o'er me like a tempest cloud ;
Where, on her lightning-win .id thought,

And dank remoise rolls rumblingly along,
But miser-like withholds the giut of tears !

In anguish gathering up his strength,

Remorse ! remorse ! he cried ;
Remorse ! engrave it with my name

As to my fame allied.

Mho. Lockb.

FLORA'S A1BUM. 23

Cai nation, Yellow.

The yellow carnation that needeth much care,
Less handsome and fragrant than any one there.

DISDAIN.

He sue for mercy ! He dismayed

By wild words of a timid maid !

He, wronged by Venice, vow to save

Her soil, devoted to the grave !

No, — though that cloud were thunder's worst,

And charged to crush him, — let it burst !

Btbov.

Ah ! cease, — those fruitless tears restrain,

I go misfortune to defy,
To smile at fate with proved disdain,

To triumph, — not to die. Mas. Hemaot.

Proudly will f meet thee,

And as proudly pass thee by ;
A pitying smile may greet thee,

But I '11 tremble not, not I ;
Deep, deep within my soul

Let every sorrow lie, —
Checked be the rising tear ;

And hushed be every sigh ;
For proudly will I meet thee,

And as proudly pass thee by.

24 FLCBA'8 album.

Candy-Tuft.

A plant first brought from Candia; snow-white blos-
soms ; tnd remains unchanged tliroughout the year.

INDIFFERENCE.

I saw a man who had sojourned where
The Saviour once did tabernacle. He
Familiar was with Bethlehem, Nazareth ; knew
The very site of Jacob's well ; had talked
Where Jesus talked, — was intimate with all
The scene of his sad story. Yea, had dwelt
Hard b}- the Garden, and his daily course
Had taken o'er the soil of Calvary ;
And yet he gaily spake of these ; and smiled,
And smoothed his chin ; and twisted in his hair
His dainty fingers, as with nonchalance
He took upon his lips these sacred names ;
And then I thought a man might ransack heaven,
Yet, Gailio like care not for all these things

Wm. B. Tappak.

-•*e§§§eG8g§§s*«>-

floka's album. 25

Cherry, Winter.
DECEPTION.

Deceive no more thyself and me,

Deceive not better hearts than mine ;
Ah ! shouldst thou, whither wouldst thou flee

From woe like ours, — from shame like thiue ?
Anl if there be a wrath divine,

A pang beyond this fleeting breath,
E'en now all future hopes resign,

Such thoughts are guilt, — such guilt is death.

Byron.

Ah that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vision hide deep vice !

SdLVEEPEARE.

It flatters and deceives thy view,
This mirror of ill-polished ore ;

For were it just, and told thee true,
Thou wouldst consult it never more.

Wm. Cowier.

FLORA'S ALBUM.

Cinquefoil.

PARENTAL LOVE.

Haal ;hou sounded the depths of yonder Bea,
And counted the sands that under it be ?
Hast thou measured the height of heaven above?
Then may'st thou mete out a mother's love.

Hast thou talked with the blessed of leading on
To the throne of God some wandeiing son?
Hast thou witne^d the angel's bright employ ?
Then may'st thou speak of a mothers joy.

Hast thoujgone with the traveller in thought, afar,
From pole to pole, and from star to star ?
Thou hast ; but on ocean, earth, or sea,
The heart of a mother has gone with thee.

There is not a grand, inspiring thought,
There is not a truth by wisdom taught,
Tnere is not a feeling pure and high,
That may not be read in a mother's wye.

There are teachings on earth and sky and air,
The heavens the glory of God declare ;
But louaer than voice beneath, above,
He is heard to speak in a mother's love.

Mas. Hemans.

flora's album. 27

Convolvulus Minor.
NIGHT.

I love the light, — yet welcome, Night !

For, beneath thy darkling fall,
The troubled bre . 1 ia rest,

And the slaTe forgets bis thrall.

The roar of the city is dying fast,

Its tongues no longer thrill ;
The burning tread is faint at last,

The artisan's hammer is elilL

Night steals apace. She rules supreme ;

A hallowed calm is shed ;
No footstep breaks, no whisper wakes, —

'T is the silence of the dead.

The hollow bay of a distant dog

Bids drowsy who start ;
The chiming hour from an old church to\*er

Strikes fearfully on die heart.

All spirits are bound iu slumber sound,
Save those o'er a death-bed weeping;

Or the soldier one

His guard by the wat h-lire keeping.

Eliza Cook.

28 FLORA'S ALBUM.

Crown Imperial.

A pUnt rf majestic deportment and brilliant colors.

PRIDE OF BIRTH.

My mi ther, if thou love me, name no more
My noble birth. Bounding at every breath
My noble birth ! thou kill'st me. Thither fly,
As to their only refuge, all from whom
Nature withholds all good besides ; they boast
Their noble birth, conduct us to the tombs
Of their forefathers, and from age to age
Ascending, trumpet their illustrious race:
But whom has thou beheld, or canst thou name,
Derived from no forefather ? Such a man
Lives not; for how could such be horn at all?
And if it chance that, native of a land
Far distant, or in infancy deprived
Of all his kindred, one who cannot trace
Hi« origin, exist, why deem him sprung
From baser ancestry than theirs who can? ■
My mother! he whom nature at his birth.
Endowed with virtuous qualities, although
An E:'aiop and a slave, is nobly born.

Wm. Cowpmu

flora's iiiicM 29

Ci'OCllS.

" On maBf a desolating pile,
Brightening decay with beauty's smile." — Bast OS.

CHEERFULNESS. — SMILES.

Oh ! why delight to wrap the soul

In pall of fancied Bath
'T were be^t be merry while we live,

And paint our cheeks with gladness.
What if hope tells a ;> flattering tale,"

And mocks us by deceiving,
'T is better far to be ('(intent :

There 's nothing made by grieving.

The girls. Heaven bless their precious souls !

Are thick as bees about us ;
And every mother s son well knows, —

They could not do without us :
They 're dangerous though to meddle with,

For they too are deceiving ;
They '11 win and laugh, then flirt you, — yet

There's nothing made by grieving.

LA WHENCE LABR£K.

8ft flora's album.

Columbine.
DESERTION.

Dear me ! I felt a trifle

When all cried out, " What have you ion* ! n
For, bu

But who "d take up with number one?
So, vivc Vmnour! I gaily cried,

And he, poor wretch, was soon forgot,
For I 'd a hundre I -"ide :

Was I right, or was I not ?

Bat. now 't is come into my head,

Thnt I must growdi screej and ??.ge ;
For I here < ve flad,

And I approach " a certain age."
Bo the next offer, — that 's my plan, —

I '11 nail decisive on the spot ;
T is time that I 'd secured my man :

Am I right, or am I not ?

But ah ! though gladly I 'd say " Yes,"

The looks of all the men say " No."
Who wouid have thought 't would come to this?

But mother saj s, " I told you so ! "
Friends, lorei a, now are gone ;

Not one is left of all the lot ;
And I 'm a " maiden all forlorn ! "

Ib it right, or is it not ?

flora's album. 81

Clematis, English.

A Tint, bearing white and pale-blue flowen.

TRAVELER'S JOY.

In th? depths of the desert, when lonely and drear,
The sands round the desolate traveler appear,
The splendor of day gives no aid to his path,
For landmark nor compass the traveler hath :
But when Dight sheds her shadow and coolness

around,
Then hark ! how the hells of the camel resound!
For the traveler is up when the star sheds its ray ;
T is the light of his hope, 't is the guide of his way.

And what is this world, hut a wilderness vast ?
Where few leave a trace o'er the was'e they hare

passed ;
And many are lost in their noonday of pride,
That shines forth to dazzle, but seldom to guide.
Oh ! blest is *.he fate of the one who hath found
Borne bailor to guide through the wildernefli

round ;
Aid such T hr\ve found, my beloved one, in thee;
For thou art the star of the desert to me.

Samuel Lotcr.

flora's album.

Corchonis.

IMPATIENCE OF ABSENCE.

Oh that the day were gone, and men

Were lost in slumbers balmy power!
Oh that the night were come, for then

She said she 'd meer, me in the bower !
And if the sun would only set

Behind the blue and mantling sea, —
But the west seems receding yet,

And brings no food for hope to me.

Oh that the night were come, uid she

"Were by my side ! — her hazel eye,
And the deep witchery of her free

And playful lip ! — the bright, and high,
And changing color of her cheek, —

These have wrought in my soul ; unblest,
They leave a pang too strong to speak,

And night can only bring me rest.

# t * *

But oh ! how slow the sun goes o'er,

As if its home were fixed above !
And yet until the day u> g:>ne,

I cannot speak with her I love.

J. 0. ROCKWJUi.

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Coboea.
GOSSIPS.

The tea goes round, — the gossips drink, — and then
They 're all excitement, — how their tongues whirl
round ! —

My feehle, faltering, dilatory pen
Grows half affrighted mid the Label sound.

Now changed the subject, — and they freely tell
Their neighbors' faults, and qulteforget their own J

Pronounce as scamp and vagrant, Mr. Nell,
And vow as such, he does not stand alone.

Pore scandal now ! and village gossip flows
In rich profusion from each nimble tongue :

Each all the secrets of her neighbor knows,
And wonders when her praises will be sung.

And th«*n foretells, how that some city youth
Will waste his midnight oil, to write a sonnet

About her beauty and her matchless worth,
With sundry hints about her cottage bonnet ;

And 'bout the wedding day, — confound this quill ;

'T is all used up in writing these few ryhnies ;
No matter, — it has got these gossips still,

And left its marks amid these twenty lines.

Jdhn S. Atams.

„_.:£..& 'B album.
Coreopsis.

A brighi yellow fower, in bloom from Jnne till autumn.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

Let no one say, that there is need

Of time, for love to grow ;
Ah, no ! the love that kills, indeed,

Despatches at a blow.

The spark, which but by slow degrees

Is nursed into a flame,
Is habit, friendship, what you please;

But love is not its name.

For love to be completely true,

It death at sight should deal ;
Should be the first one "ver knew ,

In short be that I feel.

To write, to sigh, and to converse,

For years to play the fool,
T is to put passion out to nurse,
And send one's heart to school.
Tnxn dated from the Spanish of Lope de Vega^
by Lord Holland

FLORA'S ALBUM

Cross of Jeruea'

DEVOTION.

Devoted she, and day by day

Over Llis couch did watching bend ;

And when his spirit passed away,
Her soul with his would fain ascend.

She loved him well, and wafohpd with care
The earth, that made his grave, for years ;

She planted fairest flowers there,
And wet them with Devotion's t/^rs.

And well they grew ; each blooming flower
Filled her heart with sad emotion ;

Yet there she watched, from hour to hour,
Living proof of true devotion.

John S. Adams.

86 FLORA'S ALBUM.

Cypress.

" The mournful cypress rises round,
Tapering from the burial ground. n

Lire aw

DEATH.

Be not afraid ;

'T is but a pang, and then a thrill,
A fever fit, and then a chill,
And then an end of human ill,
For thou art dead.

The chamber -where the good man meets his fat*

Is privileged beyond the common walk

Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Young
Death, —

The portal, opening into Paradise ;
Where grace, that in the bud was here below,
Into the flower of glory straight shall blow.

Francis Taylor. 1658

Think, motner ! while sweet tears are shed,
Eow blessed are the early dead !

W. B. Tappan

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Daisy;

" The Daisy never d>°s." — Mo^toomikt.
INNOCENCE.

My heart grew softer as I gazed upon

That youthful mother, as she soothed to rest,
With a low song, her loved and cherished one, —

The bud of promise on her gentle breast ;
For 't is a sight that angel ones above

May stot o to gaze on from their bowers of bliss,
When Innocence upon the breast of Love

Is cradled in a sinful world like this.

Mrs. Amelia Wilbt.

Yet Innocence may still be seen
In childhood's presence. Who can gase,

Unmoved upon that brow, serene,
That agile form, those witching ways,

That playfulness of tiny mirth,
That lively joy, — and not confess

That Innocence, still found on earth,
Doth nestle In a child's caress.

Wm. B. Tappak.

ri'HA ! ALBUM .

Daisy, Michaelmas.

* Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth." — Class.
FAREWELL.

When eyes are beaming

What never tongue can tell-,
When tears are streaming

From their crystal cell ;
When hands are linked that dread to part,
And heart is met by throbbing heart,
Oh ! bitter, bitter Is the smart

Of them that bid fareivell!

When hope is chidden

That fain of bliss would tell,
And love forbidden

In the breast to dwell ;
When, fettered by a viewless chain,
We turn and ^aze, and turn again,
Oh ! death were mercy to the pain

Of them that bid farewell .'

Bishop ^Tkbfs

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Dandelion.

"Thine the dandelion flowers,
Gilt with dew, like sun with showers." — ■ Claks.

COQUETRY.

For such are the fcirs

Of these fanciful fairs,
They tUnk all our homage a debt ;

Yet a partial neglect

Soou takes an effect,
And humbles the proudest coquette.

Then quit her, my friend !

Your bosom defend,
Ere quite with her snares you 're beset ;

Lest your deep wounded heart,

When incensed by the smart,
Should lead you to curse tho coquette.

BlBOU.

Oh ! there are some
Can trifle, in cold vanity, -with all
The warm soul's precious throbs ; to whom it is
A triumph, that- a fond, devoted heart
Is breaking for them ; who can hear to call
Young flowers into beauty, and then cru-sh them.

L. E. Landon.

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Dead Leaves.

*■ After a Reason gay and brief,
Condemned to fade and flee."

Montgomery

SADNESS.

He.* heart was pad, for she bent above
The grave of liim whom she well did love ;
For years had passed since their plighted vow,
And she could not think of a parting now.

She had watched in sickness, been constant nigh
She fain with him would lie down and die ;
'Dead leaves were thick strown, that grave, around ,
And rustled by with a mournful sound.

The sexton was there with his worn spade,
His snow-white locks in the wild wind played ;
She rose from that grave, — she saw him near,
And bade him a stone of remembrance rear.

'T was asked, what memento that stone should

grace;
Ad 3. as tears rolled down her care-worn face,
She answered, as grief her heart did fill :
" Carve these words alone, — ' Hove him stillS "

John S. Adamb.

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Eglantine, or Sweet Briar.

PCETRY.

The world is full oi poetry, — the air

Is living with ita spirit ; and the waves

Dance to the music of its melodies,

And BparLie in its brightness. Earth is veiled

And mantled with its beauty ; and the wails,

That close the'universe with crystal in,

Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim

The unseen glories of immensity,

In hirmonies too perfect and too high,

For aught but beings of celestial mould,

And speak to man in one eternal hymn,

Unfading beauty, and unyielding power.

James G. Perctvai.

What to us were this world and its burden of care.
But a fetter of clay, that in slavery bound us ;

Were our troubles not soothed by the smiles of tba
fair,
And if Foetry spread not its magic around us ?

Oh ! "Woman and Poetry, each is a treasure,
A mine cf delight that enriches life's span ;

The first is a ministering angel of pleasure ;
While the gift of the next makes an angel of man !

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Fig Marygold.

" The Maiygold that goes to bed with the Sun."

IDLENESS.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune
Fitfully on the Bky-light, and the shade
Of the f;;- .bis across mj bcok

Passes with d tge. My merry fire

Sings cheerfully to itself ; my musing cat
Pun-; as she wakes from her unquiet sleep,
And looks into my face as if she felt
Like me the gentle influence of the rain.
Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes,
And sometimes listening to the faster fall
Of the large drops, — or, rising with thh stir
Of an unbidden thought, have walkei awhile,
With the slow steps of indolence, my room ;
And then sat down composedly again
To my quaint books of olden poetry.
It is a kind of idleness, I know ;
And T am said to be an idle man,
And it is very true.

N. P. Wolis.

FlO&A'fc ALBUM. 18

Fi. Bering Reed.

CONFIDENCE IN HEAVEN.

Let the scholar and divine

Tell us how to pray aright
Let the truths of gospel shine

With their precious hallowed light :
But the prayer a mother taught

Is to me a matchless one ;
Eloquent aud spirit-fraught

Are the words, — " Thy will be dotu.n

I have searched the sacred page,
I have heard the godly speech ,

But the lore of saint or sage
Nothing holier can teach.

They have served in pressing need,

Ilave nerved my heart in every task ;
And howsoe'er my breast may bleed,

No other balm of prayer I ask.
When my whitened lips declare

Life's last sands have almost run,
May the dying breath they bear

jilurniur forth, — " Thy will be dj««."

Eliza Ccok

44 flora's a. bum.

Forget me Not.

" "When j'er she breaks a small blue flower,
And says, ' Forget me not I ' the power
I feel, though far away." — Goethe.

TRUE LOVE

Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the soma
Thro' joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame?
I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.

Thomas Moore.

Preams of fame and grandeur

End in bitter tears ;
True love grows the fonder

By the lapse of years.
Time, and change, and troubles,

Meaner ties unbind ;
But the love redoubles

True 9 flection twined. ANON.

Hi« words are bonds, his oaths «re oracles ;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
His tears, pure messengers wnt from his heart ;
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from ear*h.

Shakspearb.

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Fraxinella.

FIRE.

Blandly glowing, richly bright,
Cheering star of social light ;
While I gently heap it higher,
How I bless thee, sparkling fire !
Who loves not the kindling rays
Streaming from the tempered blaze?
Wl. can sit beneath his hearth,
Dead to feeling, stern to mirth ?
Who can watch the crackling pile,
And keep his bre;ist all cold the while ?
Fire is good, but it most serve:
Keep it thralled, — for if it swerve
Into freedom's open path,
What shall check its maniac wrath?
Where 's the tongue that can pre claim
The fearful work of curbless flame ?
* * * *

Listen, youth ! nor scorn nor frown,
Thou must chain thy passions down.
Well to serve, but ill to sway,
Like the fire they must obey.

Eliza Cooi.

46 FLORA'8 albcm,

EvergTeen.

POVERTY.

"Would ye \^io live in psJace h&lls,

With servants round to wait,
Know s"-ht of him who craving falls

Before thine outer pate?
Come with me when the. piercing blast

Is whistling wild and free ;
Ulien muffled forma are hurrying past,

And then his portion see.

I Ml lerul thee through the narrow lanes,

To a dwelling dark and damp,
Where the poor man strives to ease his pains ;

Where by a feeble lamp
The worse than widowed mother, long

Doth her busy needle ply,
Whilst round her, children anxious throng,

And for a morsel cry.

Come with me then in such an hour,

To such a place, and pee
That He who gave thee wealth, gave power

To stay such misery ;
Come with me, — nor with empty hand.

Ope' thou the poor man's door ;
Come, with fbe produce of thy land,

And thou find: gather more, J. S. Adams.

flora's album. 47

Eupatoriam.

DELAY.

1 ^

* Delays are dangerous," brothe
Perchance to-morrow's sun
May never rise to greet thee ;
So -what thou 'dst do. — have dune.

Dangers lie thick around thee,

Thy course may near be run ;
Do what thou would 'st do, b/o her,

And have thy duty doue

Then If to-morrow cometh,

Thou wilt not murh rfegrt t '
But if thy life departeth,

In peace thy sun shall ;et

Do what thou would'st do, brother,

No longer dare delay ;
For thine is not the morrow ;

Have duty done to-day.

John S. Anttts.

-•*&§H828ifi#*«-

48 flora's album.

Garden Marigold.

A. bright yellow flower, once held sacred to Venn*.
SACRED AFFECTION.

Oh ! in the varied scenes of life,

Is there a joy so sweet,
As when amid its husy strife

Congenial spirits meet ?

Feelings and thoughts, a fairy bancL,

Long hid from mortal sight,
Then start, to meet the master hard,

That calld them into light.

When, turning o'er fome gifted page,

liow fondly do we piuse,
That dear companion to engage

In answering applause !

And when we list to Music's 6igh,

How sweet, at every tone,
Ti read within another's eye

The raptor* i f our own.

— =£©S

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Geranium, Mourning.
DESPONDENCY.

He led her to the altar,

But the bride wis not his chosen ;
He led her. wtth a baud as cold

As though its pulse had frozen.
Flowers were crushed beneath his tread,

A gilded dome was o'er him ;
But his hrow was damp, and his lips were pale,

As the uiarhle steps before hhn.

His soul was sadly dreaming

Of one he had hoped to cherish ;
Of a name and form that the sacred rites,

Beginning, told must perish,
lie gazed not on the stars and -ems

Of those who circled round J\u\ ;
But trembled a* his lips gave torch

The words that falsely bound him.

* * # #

Despair had fixed upon his broit

Its deepest, saddest token ;
And the bloodless cheek, the stilled sigh,

Betrayed his heart was broken.

Eliza Cook.

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Guelder Rose.

WINTER.

I deem tliee not unlovely, though thou com'st
With a stern visage. To the tuneful bird,
The blushing (lower, the rejoicing stream,
Thy discipline is harsh. But unto man
Methinkfl thou hast a kindlier ministry.
Thy lengthened eve is full of Greside joys,
And deathless linking of warm heart to heart,
So that the hoarse storm passes by unheard.

L. II. Sigouknit.

Old Winter is a frolicksome fellow I wot ;

He is wild in his humor, and free;
.He '11 whistle along for the "want of thought,"
And t all the warmth of your furs at naught,
And ruffle the laces the pretty girls bought ;

For a frolicksome fellow is he.

A cunning old fellow is Winter, they say, —

A cunning old fellow is he ;
He peeps in crevices day by day,
To see how we are passing our time away,
And mark all our doings from grave to gay,— •

I 'm afraid he is peeping at me.

Hugh Moobe.

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Hackmetack.

SINGLE BLESSEDNESS.

He meets the smile of young and old, he wins the

praise of all,
He is feasted r,t t\.3 banquet, and distinguished at

the ball ;
When town grows dull and sultry, he may fly to

green retreats,
A welcome visitor in turn at twenty country seats ;
He need not seek society, for, do what'er he can,
Invitations and attentions will pursue the single

man.

Fathers and brothers anxiously attempt his taste to
suit;

O'er manors without number 't is his privilege to
shoot ;

Political opponents to his principles concede ;

He quafls the finest burgundy, he Tides the fleetest
steed;

And never yet were families, since first the world
began,

United, blest, and fond as those who court the sin-
gle man.

Metropolitan Magazine

52 flora's a l d d m .

Hawthorn.

"No-* Hawthorns blossom, now the Daisies spring."

Pops.
HOPE.

Fair Hope, with light and buoyant form,
Came smiling through the clouds of care ;

Glanced bright defiance ou the storm,
Aud hung her bow of promise there.

Mrs. Osgood,

Once on a time, from scenes of light,
An angel winged his airy (light ;
Down to this earth, in haste he came,
Ami wrote, in lines of living Same,
These words on every thing lie met,
u Cheer up. be not discouraged yet ! "

Then back to heaven with speed he flew,
And tuned his golden harp anew ;
Whilst the angelic tluong came round,
To catch the soul-inspiring sound ;
And heaven was tilled wirh new delight,
Jor IloP£ had been to earth that night.

J( UN S A.DAM8.

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Heath.

" A heath's green wild lay present to his view,
With shrubs and field-flowers decked of varied hus."

SOLITUDE.

To sit on rock/ , to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not mans dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold ;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; —
This is not solitude ; 't is but to ho'd
Con. «rse with nature's charms, and see her stores
unrolled.

But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men.
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none to bless us, none whom we can bless.
Minions of splendor shrinking from distr;
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all that flattered, followed, sough * and sued ;
This in to be alone ; this- t us is solitude !

BrnoN.

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Helenium,

T E A Ii S .

When Friendship or Love, our sympathies more ;

Wht-n Truth in a glance should appear ;
The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile,

But the test of Affection 's a Tear.

Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile,

To mark detestation or fear ;
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye

Is dimmed, for a time, with a Tear.

Though my vows I can pour to my Mary no more,

My Mary, — to love once so dear ;
In the shade of her bowur, I rcme-nber the hour

She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight to the regions of
night,

And my corse shall recline c n its bier ;
As ye pass by the tomb, where my ashes consume,

Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear.

May no marble bestow the splendor of woe,

"\rhich the children of vanity rear
No fiction of fame shall blazon my name ;

All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear. Bteoh.

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Houstonia.

A little blue flower, very common LiKen England.

CONTENT.

Unfit for greatness, I her snares defy,
And look on riches with untainted eye.
To others let the glittering baubles fall,
Content shall place us far above them all.

Chuecuill.

Cot tentment gives a crown,
Where fortune hath denied it.

Thomas Ford.

I swear 't is better to be lowly born
And range with humble livers in conte?it,
Than to be perked up in a ^listeuing grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.

SnAKSP£<as.

There is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy
No chemic art cau counterfeit ;

It makes men rich ia greatest poverty,
Mi es water wine, turns wooden cups to gold,
The homely whistle to sweet music's strain ;
Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent.
That much in little, — ail in nought, — content

69 ploba's j lbuk

Honeys uckle. Trumpet.
I HAVE DREAMED OF THEE.

I dreamed of thee last night, love,
And I thought that one came down

From scenes of aruVe light, love,
The most beautiful to crown.

He wandered forth where diamonds

And jewels rich and rare
Shone brightly 'mid the glittnfrig thiong,

Yet crowned no one there.

He passed by all others,
Tin to where thou stood;

And crowned thee as most beautiful
Because thou wast so good ;

And said, as there he crowned thee,

That goodness did excel
The jewels all around thee

In which beauty seemed to dwell.

For goodness is t1" jeautv

Which ' jj forever la>t ;
Then, crowning thee most beautiful,

From earth to heaven he passed.

John S. Adams.

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Hydrangea.

A plant, the flowers of which are of a changeable has.
HEAATLESSNESS.

Yes. farewell ' farewell forever !

Thou thyself dast fixed our doom,
Bade hi / • -s sim ■ m wither,

Never more for me to bfedm.
u Unforgiving *' thou hast called me,

Didst thou ever say "forgive
For the wretch whose wiles el hrallec thee,

Thou didst seem alone to live.

Wrapt in dreams of joy a'. i ling,

On thy breast my head hath lain;
In thy love and truth confiding,

Bliss I cannot know again.

He in whom my soul delighted,

From his heart my image drove,
With contempt my love reunited,

And preferred a wanton's love.
But. farewell '. — I "11 not upbraid thee,

Never, never wish thee ill:
Wretched though thy crimes have made me,

If then canst, — be happy still.

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Hyacintli.

" The melancholy hyacinth that weeps
All night, and never lifts an eye all day."

IIUED.

GRIEF.

* * I found her on the floor .
In all the storm of grief, yet beautiful ;
Pouring forth tears at such a lavish rate,
That, were the world on fire, they might hate

drowned
The wrath of Heaven, and quenched the mighty

ruin. Lsk.

■ There is a grief that cannot feel ;

It leaves a wound that will not heal.

M.ONTGOMEBY.

The withered frame, the ruined mind,
The wreck by passion left behind,
A shriveled scroll, a scattered leaf,
Seared by the autumn blast of grief.

Btbom.

Of her spirit's grief
She never spake.

Mas. Sisjdrney.

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Indian Cress.

A very showy orange blossoming vine.
RESIGNATION.

Sweet the hour of tribulation,
Wheu the heart can freely sigh

And the tear of resignation
Twinkles in the mournful eye.

MONTaCMEBT.

But He, who gave thee vital breath,
Sovereign supreme of life and death !

Has visited thy frame
With sickness, which forbodes thy end ;
And heavenward now thy prospects tend,
And soon thy spirit must ascend

To God, from whence it came.

Well, He is good ! and surely thou
May'st weft in resignation bow,

And gratefully confess,
That this, his awful wise decree,
Though hard to us, Is kiud to thee ;
Since Death's dark porous will but bw

The gate of happiness.

Bernard Babtom.

60 FLORA'S A1BOM.

' Ytt thou,— bei eaih the howling blast
When all is drear, art smiling on."

FRIENDSHIP.

I had i friend that loved me ;
I was his soul ; he lived nor but in me;
We were so-close within each other's breast,
The ii-. 01 found that joined us first,

That doth not reach as yet ; we were so mixed,
As meeting streams ; both to ourselves were lost.
We were one mass, — we could not give or take,
But from the same : for \i<' was I ; I, he :
Return, my better half, and give me all myself,
For thou art all !

If 1 have any joy when ri.ou art absent,
I grudge it to myself; methinks I rob
Thee of thy part.

Drtdew.

I will eolleet pome rare, some cheerful friends,
And we shall spend together glorious hours,
That gods might en\y.

Joanna Baillk

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Laburnum.

Introduced into our gardens from Switzerland, — droop-
ing crunches, — flowers of a purple color.

PENSIVE BEAUTY

And oh ! how oft have I turned away
From a l'i L rad a cheek more gay ;

llhat my sou] might drink, to sweet excess,
The Light of her pensive loveliness !

Art thou not near me, with thy earnest eyes,

That weep forth sympathy ? — thj holy brow,
Whervou such sweet imaginings do rise:
Art thou not near me, wheu 1 call thee now,
Maid of my childhood's vow ?
# * *

Now I behold thee, with thy sorrowing smile,
And thy deep BOul uplooking from thy face ;
While sweetly crossed upon thy breast the while,
Thy white hands do thy holy heart embrace,
In its calm dwelling ;>lace !

DC SASNi

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Larkspur.

1 Lobelia attired like a queen in her pride,
And the Larkspurs with trimmings new furnishad
and dyed." Mks Sigoubket.

FICKLENESS.

0, agony ! keen agony,

For trusting heart to find,
That vows believed were vows conceived.

As light as summer wind.

0, agony ! fierce agony,

For loving heart to brook,
In one brief hour, the withering power

Of unim passioned look.

0, agony ! deep agony,

For heart that 's proud and high,

To learn of Fate how desolate
It may be ere it die.

0, agony ! sharp agony,

To find how loath to part
With the fickleness and faithlessness

That break a trusting heart !

Wm. Mothebwell.

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Lettuce.

A garden cpculent

COLD HEARTED.

Better the tie at once be broken,
At "once our last farewell be spoken,
Than watch him, one by one, destroy
The giowing buds of hope and joy, -
Than thus to see them, day by day,
Beneath his coldness fade away.

F. S. Osgood.

As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow,

While the tide runs in darkness and coldnes3 be-
low;

Be the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny
smile,

Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly th«
while.

Moon

—*&mmgm&—

04 FLORA ' 8 ALBUM .

Locust.

An ornamental tree. Blossoms white and fragrant
iFFECTION BEYOND THE GRAVH

Haste ! messenger to heaven, and bear
These '\ lings Co the souls we lm?e:

Tell them we have been faithful here,
Since the)- left us to dwell above.

Haste! tell them we do nor forget,

That we will n per ;

Thar when on earth our <un hath set,

We shall meet no more to Beyer.

That our love is that which liveth.

When from earl ass away;

And the i^ar affection givefch,

On the Borrowing, parting day ; —

Seals the bond by which we know,
.all meet. DO more to part;
And that, freed from care and woe,
Heart shall sweetly blend with heart.

John S. Adams.

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Love-in-a-Mist.

Nigella Damascene
YOU PUZZLE ME

When of a man I ask the question,
I wish he would answer, u Yes," or " No ; n

Nor stop to make some smooth evasion,
And always ttll me, " May be so."

I always doubt the friendly meaning
Of, " Well," " Pei-haps," " I do not kn<#; "

When for a favor I am siting,
I rather hear the answer, — u No."

When of a friend I wish to borrow
A little cash, to hear him say, •

" I 've none to-day, but on to-morrow,"
Is worse than if he told n.e " Nay."

Why all this neer' of plastering over

What we in fei intend to show ?
Why not at once, with much less labor,

Say frankly, " Yes, my friend," or " Nc " ?

And when I ask that trembling question,
" Will you be mine, my dearest MLss ? "
I wish you, without hesitation,
To *ay distinctly, — " Yes, sir, yes."

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Linden Tree.

MATRIMONY.

Ob ! take her, but be faithful still,

And may the bridal tow
Be sacred held in after years,

And warmly breathed as now ;
Remember 't is no common tie

That binds her youthful heart :
'T is one that only truth should weave,
' And only death can part.

The joys of childhood's happy hour,

The home of riper years ;
Jhe treasured scenes of early youth

In sunshine and in tears ;
The porest hopes her bosom knew,

AVhen her young heart was free, —
All these and more she now resigns,

To brave the world with thee.

• • # *

Then take her, and may fleeting time

Mark only joys increase ;
And may your days glide sweetly on

In happiness and peace.

Charles Jeffreys.

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Lilac.
FIRST EMOTION OF LOVE

Away with those fictions of flimsy romance !

Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove !
Give me the mild beam of the love-breathing glance,

Or the rapture that dwells on the first kiss of love.

Te rhymers whose bosoms with phantasy glow,
WbaM pastoral passions are made for the grove,

From what blest inspiration your sonnets would
flow,
Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are
■. —
For years fleet away witb '.he wings of the dove, —
The dearest remembrance will still be the last ;
Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.

Bteox.

There, on th« banks of that bright river born,
The flowers that hung above its wave at morn,
Blest aot the waters as they murmured by,
With hollar scent and lustre, than the sigh
And virgin glance of first affection cast
Upon their youth's smooth current as it past.

Moor*.

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Live Oak.

"Hardy and noble tree."

LIBERTY.

Oh ! giTe me liberty !
For were even paradise my prison,
Still I should long to leap the crystal walls.

Drtdex

There is a world where souls are free,
Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss :

If death that world's bright opening be,
Oh ! who would live a slaYe in this ?

Thomas Moors.

0 Liberty ! the prisoner's pleasing dream,

The poet's muse, his passion and his theme;

Genius is thine, and tliou u,.! Fancy's nurse ;

Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse;

Heroic song from thy free touch acquires

Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires.

Place me where winter breathes his keenest air,

And I will sing, if Liberty be there ;

And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet,

In Afric'8 torrid zone, or India's fiercest heat.

Wm. Cowpkb.

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Lucern.

* Life's truest emblem: for, v hen gone, t Is gon»
for ever."

LIFE.

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is hut an empty dream !

For the s«'iil is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest !

And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not 6poken of the soul.

H£.\-ry W. Longfellow.

Life's little stage is a small eminence.
Inch high the grave above, — that home of man,
Where dwells the multitude : we gaze around,
We read their monuments: we sigh ; and while
We 6igh, we sink ; and are what we deplored;
Lamenting, or lamented, all our lot !

Touwo.

70 flora's album.

Marygold, French.

" 80 I put a French Marygold in his hat,
That gaudy and jealous flower."

MBS. SlGOr/BNKY.

JEALOUSY.

Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nawght were fixed ;

isad proof of thy distressful state ;
Of differing themes the veering song was mixed ;

And now it courted Love ; now, raving, called on
Hate. Collins.

Trifles, light as air,

Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong

As proofs of holy writ. Shakspeam.

Would'st thou to Lu>e of danger speak ?

Veiled are his eyes, to perils blind ;
Would'st thou from Love a reason seek ?

He is a child of <• ay ward mind !

But with a doubt, a, jealous fear,

Inspire him once, — the task is o'er ;

His mind is keen, his sight, is clear,
No more an infant, blind no more.

Metastasis
•Translated by Mrs. Hen.ins.

FIORA'8 ALBUM. 71

Meadow Saffron.

V

** Colchicum Officinalis."
MY BEST DAYS ARE G*)NE.

T is wondrous strange, how great the change,

Since I was in my teens !
Then I had beaux and billet-doux,

And joined the gayest scenes.
But lovers now have ceased to vow, —

No way they can contrive
To poison, hang, or drown themselves, —

Because I 'm twenty -five.

Once if the night were e'er so bright,

I ne'er abroad could roam,
Without, — " The bliss, the honor, Miss,

Of seeing you safe home."
But now I go, through rain and snow, —

Pursued, and scarce alive, —
Through all the dark, without a spark, —

Because I 'm twenty -five.

Oh dear ! — 't is queer that every year

I 'm slighted moi"e and more ;
For not a beau preten:ls to shew

His head within our door.

Miss Hobtos.

72 flora'b album.

Moss.

" Why sjonld she d.fng so fondly to thy breast?*
Go, ask the moss, on which thy foot is pressed.

t Fbithiof's Saga. (Swedish.)

MATERNAL LOVE.

Love, that watched my early years

With conflicting hopes and fears ;

Lore, that through life's flowery May

Led my childhood, prone to stray ;

Love, that still directs my youth

With the constancy of Truth,

Heightens every bliss it shares,

Soflena and divides the cares,

Smiles away my light distress,

Weeps for joy or tenderness ; —

May that love to latest age,

Cheer my earthly pilgrimage ;

May that love, o'er death victorious,

Rise beyond the grave more glorious ;

Souls, united here, would be

One to all eternity. Montgomery.

Ere yet her child his drawn its earliest breath,
A mother's love begins ; it glows till death, —
Lives before life, — with death not dies, — but seems
The very substance of immortal dreams.

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Mountain Pink

i

ASPIRINGS.

Higher, higher will we climb

Up the mount of glory,
That our names may live through time

In our country's story ;
Happy when her welfare calls,
He who conquers, he who falls.

Deeper, deeper let us toil
In the miues of knowledge, —

Nature's wealth and learnings spoil
Win from school and college ;

Delve we there for richer gems

Than the stars of diadems

Onward, onward will we press

Through the path of duty ;
Virtue is true happiness,

Excellence true beauty :
Minds are of supernal tirth,
Let us make a heaven of earth.

McNTGOJCEM.

74 FLOEA'b ALBOM.

Milfoil, Common.

WAR.

Oh, war ! war ! war !
Thou false baptized, who by thy vaunted name
Of glory stealest o'er the ear of man
To rive his bosom with thy thousand darts,
Disrobed of pomp and circumstance, stand forth,
And show thy written league with sin and death.
Yes, ere Ambition's heart is seared and sold,
And desolated, bid him mark thine end,
And count thy wages.

The proud victor's plume.
The hero's trophied fame, the warrior's wreath
Of blood-dashed laurel, — what will these avail
The spirit parting from material things ?
One slender leaflet from the tree of peace,
Borne dove-like, o'er the waste and warring earth,
Is better passport at the gate of Heaven.

Mrs. Sigoorset.

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FLORA'S ALBUM. 75

Moonwort.

FORGETFULNESS

0 Memory ! torture me no more ;

The preseut 's ail o'ercast ;
My hopes of future bliss are o'er

In mercy veil the past.

Why bring these images to view

I henceforth must resign ?
Ah ! why those happy hours renew

That never can be mine ?

Past pleasure doubles present pain,

To sorrow adds regret ;
Regret and hope are both in vain ;

I ask but to —forget. Byeob.

You '11 be forgotten — as old debts

By persons who are used to borrow ;
Forgotten — as the sun that sets,

When shines a new one on the morrow ;
Forgotten — like the luscious peach,

That blest the school-boy last September ;
Forgotten — like a maiden speech

Which all men praise, but none remember.
W. P Praed.

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Myosotis, or Mouse Ear.

An early plant, end quite contra on in New England.
FORGET ME NOT.

Forget me not, — forget me not ;

But let tbe<e little simple flowers
Remind thee of his lonely lot,

Who loved thee in life's purest hours;
When hearts and hopes were hallowed things,

Ere gladness broke the lyre she brought :
Then, oh ! when shivered all its strings,

Forget me not, — forget me not !

We met, ere yet the world had come

To wither up the springs of youth ;
Amid the holy joys of home,

And in the first warm blush of youth.
We parted, as they never part,

Whose tears are doomed to be forgot !
Ob ! by that agony of heart,

Fcrget me not, — forget me not !

T. K. Hervii .

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Nasturtium.
PATRIOTISM.

Give me the death of those

Who for their country die ;
And oh ! be mine like their repose,

When cold and low they lie!
Their loveliest mother earth

Enshrines the fallen brave ;
In her sweet lap who gave them birth,

They find their tranquil grave.

MONTQOMKBT.

Man, through all ages of revolving time,
Unchanging man, in every varying clime,
Deems his own land of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ;
His home the spot of earth supremely blest, —
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.

Moxtgomx&y.

# * # * *

Cut short my few and toilsome days,

Let lbose a tyrant's thrall ;
I '11 die with unaverted gaze,

And conquer as 1 fall.

H. T. TUCKERMAN.

79 flora's album.

Nettle.

A very poisonous plant

SLANDER.

No, 't is slander ;
Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tonga*
OcfcVonoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath
Hides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world ; kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave,
This viperous slander enters.

Shakspeabe.

For slander lives upon succession ;

For ever housed, where it once gets possession.

Shakspeare.

I know that slander loves a lofty mark :
It saw her soar a flight above her fellows,
And hurled its arrow to her glorious height,
Te reach her height, and bring her to the ground.

II. More.

flora's albjm. 7S

Nightshade.

A plant of rose-colored flowers, growing in damp and
shady places,

DARK THOUGHTS.

I loved, — but those I loved are gone ;

Had friend?, — my early friends are fled :
How cheerless feels the heart alone,

When all its former hopes are dead !
Though gay companions o'er the bowl

Dispel awhile the sense of ill,
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,

The heart — the heart is lonely still.

How dull to hear the voice of those

Whom Rank or Chance, whom Wealth or Pcwwr,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,

Associates of the festive hour !

Fain would I fly the haunts of men, —

I seek to shun — not hate mankind ;
My breast requires the sullen glen,

Whose gloom may suit a darkened mind.
Oh that to me the wings were given

Which bear the turtle to her nest '
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,

To flee away and be at rest.

Brio*.

FLORA'S ALBUM,

Oleander.

There the Oleander telleth thee, — bswar*.
BEWARE.

• # • •

u Beicare the pine-tree's withered branch
Beware the awful avalanche ! "
This was the peasant's last good-night ;
A Yoice replied far up the height,
Excelsior !

At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
Excelsior !

A traveler, by the faithful hound
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his baud of ice
That banner with the strange device,
Excelsior !

There in the twilight cold and gray,
lifeless, but beautiful he lay.

• • » »

H. TV. LONQJMAOW.

flora's albtm. 85

Olive.

" Adjudged an olive branch, • *
As likely to be blessed in peace."

Shakspkabs.
PEACE.

The angel's song, that happy night
When spirit* stooped to mortal ken,

Warbled from lips and lyres of light, —
Was peace on earth, good will to men.

In peace the sages came and paid

Their meed of gold, and tpice, and myrrh ;

And why such bliss on Mary laid?
She felt that peace had come to her

Peace was the theme, when precepts dropt
From Jesus' lips, like his own d.'W ;

Who oped their eyes ? Who ears ucstopfc ?
His name was Peace, — 't was all they knew.
Wm. B. Tappan

Winter may bid his tempests rise,
And change the earth's fair robe of green ;

A ad leafless bowers and frowning skies
Afford a sad and dreary scene ;

Yet will the heart bright verdure wear,

If Peace has fixed its dwelling there.

82 FLORA 3 1LBU3I.

Pansy, or Heart's-Ease.

Pray j ju, love, remember,

There 's panslcs, — that 's for thoughts.*'

SlIAKSPBABB.

THINK OF ME.

Go, where the water glideth gentle ever, —

Glideth by meadows that the greenest te ;
Go, listen to our own beloved ri rer,

And think of me.

Wander in forests, where the small flower layeth
Its fairy gem beside the giant, tree ;
j List to the dim brook pining, while it playeth,
And think of me.

Watch when the sky is silver pale at even,

And the wind grieveth in the lonely tree ;
Go out beneath the solitary heaven,

And think of me.

And when the Moon riseth, as she was dreaming,

And treadeth with white feet the lulled sea ;
Go, silent as a star beneath her beaming,
And think of me.

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Passion Flower.

A beautiful running plant, with curious blue flcwen.

RELIGIOUS FERVOR.

I asked her when in beauty dre«sed,
When youthful hope inspired her breast,
Where dwelletrThe whom thou lovest best?
She said — in Heaven.

I asked her when she fondly prest
Her smiling infant to her breast,
Where dwelleth he whom thou lovest best ?
She said — in Heaven.

I asked her when her bloom was lost,
When all her earthly hopes were crossed,
Where dwelleth he whom thou lovest best ?
She said — in Heaven.

1 asked her in the dying gloom,
Who is the brightest loveliest one ?
'T is Qod, 6he cried, my God alone ;

And went — to Heaven.

84 flora's album.

Pea.

Flower of a garden esculent Various hue*.
AN APPOINTED MEETING.

Meet me to-night in the path which lies
By the side of the woodland hollow ;

The moon will hare oped Ler silver eyes,
And tell thee which path to follow.

Then tripping along to thy footstep's sound,
Thy Up to thy heart will be humming ;

If thy glance for a moment turn around,
'T will assure thee, love, I 'm coming.

Oh ! do not fear, not a tone will break,
On earth or in air, that can chide thee :

If a lovely rose perchance to awake,
'T will (Loop its bloom beside thee.

Come meet me at the evening's hour
When summer win Is are still,

Within the memory -haunted bower,
Beside the gushing rill.

FLOBA'3 ALBUM. 86

Peach Blossom.

Thi flowers of a well-known fruit tree, originally
brought from Persia.

THIS HEART IS THINE

By the gloom that shades my heart,
When, fair girl, from thee I part,
By the deep impassioned sigh,
Half suppressed when thou art nigh
By the heaving of my breast,
When thy hand by mine is pressed ;
By these fervent sighs betrayed ;
Canst thou doubt my truth, sweet maid f
Then say, oh ! say you love ma.

Heart and soul more fond than mine,
Trust me, never can be thine ;
Heart and soul, whose passion pure,
Long as life shall thus endure.
Take, oh ! take me ; let me live
On the hope thy smiles can give ;
See me kneel before my throne ;
Take, oh ! take me, for thine own,

And say, oh ! say you love me.

Eliza Cook.

86 flora's album.

Periwinkle.

" Through primrose tufts in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths."

WOKDSWOBTH.

SWEET REMEMBRANCES.

Can I forget, — canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
IIow quick thy fluttering heart did move ?
Oh ! by my soul, I gee thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.

When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproached, yet raided desire ;
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.

And then those lensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below ;
While their long lashes' darkening gloss
Seemed stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek.
Like raven's plumage smoothed on snow.

Byrom.

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Petunia.

" A beautiful procumbent plant, blossoming through
the season."

THOU ART LESS PROUD THAN
THEY DEEM THEE.

They deem thee proud, but do not know
The soul that dwells within thee :

They would not bend the neck so low
As thou, e'en could they win thee.

'T is pride that dwells within their hearts ;

And thine the polished mirror,
Reflecting back their prouue.st parts,

Yet blind to their own error —

They deem thee prou 1, and say that thou
Should'st bow and be more humble ;

They call thee back to bpn a <tnd bcw
At faults o'er which they stumble.

I 've known thee long, and know full well
The soul that dwells within thee ;

And to those who deem thee proud, can tell,
That pride was never in thee.

John S. Adams.

§8 FLORA'8 ALBUM

Persimmon.

BURY ME AMID NATURE'S BEAU-
TIES.

Oh ! make me a grave on the marge cf that stream
Where often in youth's gladsome morning I
strayed ;
Where the song of the lark, at Aurora's first beam,
Awakes from their slumbers the flowers of the
glade, —
Near the wide-spreading hazel, where lambkins
repose,
Like snow-wreaths uniouched by the sun's melt-
ing ray,
Whose branches the nest of the linnet enclose,
While the thrush sweetly sings from its dew-
dropping spray.

Where the hawthorn's rich perfume is borne on the
gale,
And wild scattered flowerets yield sweets to the
bee,
How oft have I roved through that thyme-scented
vale,
My heart Uke the mountain-breeze buoyant and
free !

Isabella Graham.

FLORA' 8 ALII DM. 89

Pheasant's Eye, or Flos Adonis.

** Look, in the garden bloom 9 the Flos Adonis,
And memory keeps of him who rashly died."

SORROWFUL REMEMBRANCE.

One fatal remembrance, — one sorrow that throw8
Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes ;
To which life nothing darker nor brighter can bring,
For which joy hath no balm, and affliction no sting.

Thomas Moors.

T is done ! I saw it in my dreams ;
No more with Hope the future beams ;

My days of happiness are few :
Chilled by misfortune's wintry blast,
My dawn of life is overcast ;

Love, lTope, and Joy, alike adieu !

Would I could add Remembrance too.

BrRON.

90 floe a'b alb cm .

PMox.

Phlox Maculata.

OOR SOULS ARE UNITED.

They were together night and day
Through all their early years, —

Had the same fancies, feelings, thought*,
Joys, sorrows, hopes, and fears ;

They had a fellowship of smiles,
A fellowship of tears.

If one were gay, through both their hearts

The tide of rapture rushed ;
If one were sad, the voice of joy

In both their hearts was hushed ;
Tea, all their thoughts and sympathies

From the same fountain gushed.

There is a my6tic thread of life,
So dearly wreathed with mine alone*

That Destiny's identless knife
At once must sever }oth or none !

BraoN.

FLORA'S ALBUM. 91

Poplar, White.

Its leaves, like Time, in constant motion.
TIME.

We cannot stay thy footsteps, Time !

Thy flight no haad may bind,
Save Ilis whose foot is on the sea,

Whose voice is on the wind ;
Yet when the stars from their bright spheres,

Like living flames are hurled,
Thy mighty form will sink beneath

The ruins of a world !

And then it seemed
As if from every pound and sepulchre
In that lone cemetery, — from the sward
Where slept the span-long infant, to the grave
Of him who dandled on his wearied knee
Three generations, — from the turf that veiled
The wreck of mouldering beauty, to the bed
Where shrank the loathed beggar, — rose a cry
From all those habitants of silence, — '' Yea !
There is a time to die."

Mks. L. H. SiaOUBNZT.

92 flora's album.

Primrose, Evening.

* Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
It faints, and withers, and is goi^e."

Claeb.
INCONSTANCY.

The more divinely beautiful thou art,
Lady ! of Love's inconstancy beware ;
Watch o'er thy charms, and with an angel's care
Oh ! guard thy maiden purity of heart ;
At every whisper of temptation start ;
The lightest breathings of unhallowed air,
Love's tender, trembling lustre will impair,
Till all the light of innocence depart.

MOXTGOMERV.

Oh ! cold inconstancy !
This is not woman's love : her love should be
A feeling pure and holy as the flame
The vestal virgin kindles ; fresh as flowers
The spring has but just colored ; innocent
As the young dove, and changeless as the faith
The martyr seals in blood.

L. E. Landon.

FLORA'S ALBUM. 98

Poppy.

CONSOLATION OF SLEEP

Te know not what ye do.

That call the slumberer back
From the world unseen by you,

Unto life's dim faded track

Her soul is far away,

In her childhood's land perchance,
Where her young sisters play,

"Where shines her mother's glance.

Some old sweet native sound

Her spirit haply weaves ;
A harmony profound

Of woods with all their leaves ;

A murmur of the sea,

A laughing tone of streams ;
Long may her sojourn he

In the music-land of dreams J

Each voice of love is there,

Each gleam of beauty fled ;
Each lost one still more fair, —

Oh ! lightly, lightly tread.

Mrs. Hemakb.

94 flora's album.

Primrose.

EARLY YOUTH.

Who, for all that age can bring,
Would forget life's budding spring ?
Hours of frolic ! school -boy days !
Full of merrj pranks and plays ;
When the untaught spirit beats
With a thousand wild conceits ;
When each pleasure, bright and new,
Sparkles fresh with heavenly dew ;
When the light that shines abroad
Seems the very smile of God ; —
Who, in after toil and strife,
Would forget the morn of life ?

R. C. WATKK8T0M.

Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed,

Less pleasing when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed,

The sunshine of the '/reast :
Theirs buxom health of rosy hue,
Wild wit, invention ever new,
And lively cheer, of vigor born ;
The thoughtless day, the easy night,
The spiriis pure, the slumbers light,
That fly the approach of morn. Gray.

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Pride of China.
DISSENSION.

We have been friends together

In sunshine and in shade,
Since first beneath the chestnut trees

In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,

A cloud is on thy brow ;
We have been friends together, —
' Shall a light word part us now ?

We have been gay together ;

We have laughed at little jests ;
For the fount of hope was gushing

Warm and joyous in our breasts.
But laughter now hath tied thy Up,

And sullen glooms thy brow ;
We have been gay together, —

Shall a light word part us now ?

We have been sad together,

We have wept with bitter tears,
O'er the grass-grown graves, where slumbered

The hopes of early years.
The voices which are silent there

Would bid thee clear thy brow :
We have been sad together, —

Oh ! what shall part us now ?

Hon. Mrs. Nortoh.

96 flora's album,

Fink, Bed.

u The Pink can no one justly slight ;
The gardener's favorite flower."

G03THB.

*

WOMAN'S LOVE.

When all the world grows strange,
Still shall her arms enfold thee ;

When smiling fortunes change,
Still shall her words uphold theft. f

When all thy hopes shall fail,
And Jeave thee nought but care ;

And when thy cheek grows pale,
Or wasted with despair ; —

When desolation meets thee

Without an arm to save ;
When Death himself shall greet thee,

A victim for the grave ; —

Then woman shall caress thee

With all an angel's care ;
Then shall she softly bless thee

With more than angel's prayer.

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£7

Pine.

PITY.

Thou hast beauty hright and fair,

Mauuer noble, aspect free,
Eyes that are untouched by care:

What, then, do we :uik from rhea,
Heriuione, Ilermione?

Thou hast reason quick and stronf,
"Wit that envious men admire,

And a voice, itself a song !
What, then, can we still desire,

Ilermione, Ilermione?

Something thou dcst waut, 0 queen !

(As the gold doth ask alloy,)

Tears amid thy laughter seen,

Pity mingling with thy j^y.

This is all We asit from thee,
Ilermione, Uermtone !

Barry Cornwai*.

90 FLORA'S ALBUM

Pine, Spruce.

HOPE IN ADVERSITY

What though from life's bounties tbou niayst have
ful'-m? *

And v vit fhough thy sun in dark clcuda may
have set?
There is a bright star that illumes yon horizon,
It tellethithee loudly, — " There 's hope for thee
yet." '

This earth may lock dull, old friends may forsake
thee,
And Forrows that never before thou hast met
May roll o'er thy head, yet the bright star before
thee
Shines to remind thee, — " There 's hope for the*
yet."

>T is but folly to mourn, though fcrtune disdain
(hue,
Though never so darkly thy sun may have set ;
'T is wisdom to gaze at ^he bright star before thee,
And shout aa you gaze, — " There is hope for me
yet."

John S. Adams.

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Pine Apple.

YOU ARE PERFECT.

Admired Miranda !
Indeed the top cf admiration ; worth.
"What 'b dearest to the world ! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too ililigent ear ; for several virtues
Have I liked several women ; never any
With so full soul but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owned,
And put it to the foil. But you, oh ! you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Shakspeare.

I never saw a form before

Of such unrivalled loveliness,
Nor one who was of earth, who wore

The look of heaven upon her face.
I never knew a heart so kind,

Such tears for others' misery flow,
Nor saw a hand so gladly bind

The crushed and bleeding heart of woe.

Miss P. Cabbt.

100 PLOBA-8 ALBUM.

Banunculus.

YOU ARE RADIANT WITH CHARMS.

We met, 't was in the merry dance,

I only caught thine eye ;
A look, a smile, a hurried word,

And thou hadst floated by :
But sweeter than an angel's face,

Or Houri's smile at efen,
Or music en the moonlit tide,

Was that one glimpse of heaven.

We parted, and we never met

Since on that festive scene ;
Yet still I see thy golden eurls,

And eye of blue serene.
Thy snowy arm, and heaving bust,

And form of wavy grace, —
How oft, at twilight's dreamy hour,

That meeting I retrace !

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Rose.

" Proud be the rose, with rains and dews
Her head impearling." — Wobdswobth.

BEAUTT.

I see her now. How more than beautiful
She paces yon oread terrace ! The free wind
lias lifted the soft curls from off her cheek,
Which yet it crimsons not, — the pure, the pale, —
Like a young saint. How delicately carved
The Grecian outline of her face ! — but touched
With a more spiritual beauty, and more meek,
Her large blue eyes are raised up to the heavens,
■Whose hues they wear, and seem to grow more clear
As the heart fills them. There, those parted lips, —
Prayer could but give such voiceless eloquence, —
Shining like snow her clasped and earnest hands, —
She seems a dedicated nun, whose heart
la God s own altar.

L. E. Landox.

Whatsoe'er of Beauty

Yearns and yet reposes,
Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath,

Took a shape in roses.

Le'gh Hunt.

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Eosemary.

•* There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance ;
Pray you, love, remember."— Shakspeabb

REMEMBRANCE.

How proud is the prize which thy virtues have won,
When their memory alone is so pre nous to me,

That this world cannot give what my soul woull
not shun,
If it tore from my breast the remembrance of thee

Bernard Barton

I remember, I remember

How my childhood rlee'.ed by ;
The mirth of its December,

And the warmth of its July :
On my brow, love, un my brow, love,

There are no signs of care ;
But my pleasures are not now, love.

What childhood's pleasures were.

Remember thee ! \es, while there 's life in this heart
It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art ;
More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers,
Than the rest of the world in-their sunniest hours.

Thomas Moors.

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103

SaSron Flower.

A aielicinal plant, having orange-colored flower*.

EXCESS IS DANGEROUS.

I

vYith two spurs or one, and no great matter which ;
Boots bought or boots borrowed, a whip or a switch,
Five shiiiiugs or less for the hire of his beast,
Paid pure into hand ; — you must wait fur the rest.
Thus equipped, Academieus climbs up his horse,
And out they both sally for better or worse ;
His heart void of fear, and as light as a feather,
And in violent haste to go, not knowing whither ;
Through the fields and the towns, (s^e ! ) he scampers

alone,
And is looked at, and laughed at, by old and by

yourjg,
Till at length overspent, and his sides smeared with

blood,
Down tumbles his horse, man and all, in he mud,
In a wagon or chaise, shall he finish his route?
Oh ! scandalous fate ! he must do it on foot.

Young gentlemen, hear ! I am older than you!
The advice that I give I have proved to be true:
"Wherever ywur journey may be, never doubt it,
The faster you ride, you !re the longer about it.

Wm. Cowper.

101 FLORA'S album.

Snapdragon.

A plant, ihe scarlet flowers of which are so vivid that
they cannot be looked upon with a fixed eye.

YOU ARE DAZZLING, BUT DAN-
GEROUS.

Saved from the perils of the stormy wave,
And faint with toil, the wanderer of the main,

But just escaped from shipwreck's billowy grave,
Trembles to hear its horrors named again.

How warm his vow, that Ocean's fairest mien
No more thai! lure him from the smiles of home !

Yet soon, forgetting each terrific scene,
Once more he turns, o'er boundless deeps to roam.

Lady ! thus T, who vainly oft in flight

Seek refuge from the dangers of thy sight,

Make the firm vow, to shun thee and be free J

But my fond heart, devoted to its chain,

Still draws me back where countless perils reign,

And grief and ruin spread their snares for me.

Translated from Camoens, by

Mrs IIemanb.

flora's album. 105

Snow Ball.
THOUGHTS OS1 HEAVEN.

Forget this -world, my restless sprite,

Turn, turn thy thoughts to heaven ;
There must thou soon direct thy flight,

If errors are forgiven.
To bigots and to sects unkmwn,
Bow down beneath the Almighty's throne, —

To him address thy trembling pray*** ;
He who is merciful and just
Will not reject a child of dust,

Although his meanest care. ErRON.

Oh ! beautiful is heaven, and bright

With long, long summer days ;
I see its lilies gleam in light,

Where many a fountain plays.

Oh ! Heaven is where no secret dread

May haunt Love's meeting hour ;
Where, from the past, no gloom is shed

O'er the heart s chosen bower ;

Where everjr severed wreath is bound ;

And none have heard the knell
That smites the soul in that wild sourd, —

" Farewell ! beloved, farewell ! "

Mrs. Hemanb.

106 flora's album.

Stramonium, Common.

DISGUISE.

Oh ! do not suppose that iay hours

Are always uuclou<led and gay ;
Or that thorns never mix with the dowers

That fortune has strewed in my way.
When seen by the cold and uufeeling,

"We smile through the sorrows we feel ;
But smiles are deceitful, — concealing

The wouuds which they never cau heal.

Our moments of mirth may be many,

And hope half our sorrows beguile ;
But. believe me, there cannot be any

Whose features wear ever a smile.
The heart may be sad and repining,

Though cheerfulness brightens the scena ;
As a goblet with gems may be shining,

Though bitter the pcrtion within.

A glittering vo'ume may cover

A story of sorrow and woe ;
And night's gayest meteors may hover

Where danger lies lurking below :
Thus oft in the sunshine of gladness

The cheek and the eye may be drest,
Whilst the clouds of dejection and sadness

In secret o'ershadoT the breast.

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Sorrel.

WIT.

In her bower a widow dwelt,
At her feet three lovers knelt ;
Each adored the widow much,
Each essayed her heart to touch :
One had uvt, and one had gold'—
One was cast in beauty's mould :
Guess which was it won the prize, —
Tongue, or purse, or handsome eyes ?

First began the handsome man ;
Peeping proudly o'er her fan :
Red his lips, and white his skin, —
Could such beauty fail to win ?
Then stepped forth the man of geld ;
Cash he counted, coin he told ;
Wealth the burden of the tale, —
Could such golden projects fail ?

Then the man of wit and sense

Wooed her with his eloquence ;

Now she heard him with m sigh, —

Then she blushed, scarce knowing why, —

Then she smiled to hear him speak, —

Then a tear was on her cheek :

Beauty, vanish, — Gold, depart !

Wit hath won the widow's heait.

T. n. Bah,*.

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Spindle Tree.

TOUR IMAGE IS ENGRAVEN ON
MY HEART.

Sweet girl, though only once we met,
That meeting I shall ne'er forget ;
And though we ne'er may meet again,
Remembrance will thy form retain.
I would not say. " I love," but still
My senses struggle with my will ;
In vain to drive thee from my breast,
My thoughts are more and more represt ;
In vain I check the rising sighs,
Another to the last replies ;
Perhaps this is not love, but yet
Oar meetiug I can ne'er forget.

* # # #

• # • #
Since, oh ! whate'er my future fate,
Shall joy or woe my steps await,
Tempted by love, by storms beset,
Thine image I can ne"er forg-e.t.

Byro>\

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Syringa.

Flowers white, large, and ecentlesi.
MEMORY.

jtfriog back the scenes of vanished years ;

Memory, I call on thee !
Bring back the lujht that shone through teaii;
Bring b;ick those early hopes and fears,

0 faithful Memory !

Bring back those smiles and sunny eyes,

Those forms I loved to see ;
Give back those early smiles and 6ighs,
Those perished buds and blooms that rise

Still green in Memory !

Bring back the cherished, lost, and dear !

Oh ! bring them all to me, —
Each glowing smile, and answering tear,
JEo light and bless the pilgrim here, —

0 faithful Memory !

B. B. Thatchm.

Yes, Memory has honey cells,

And some of them are ours ;
For in the sweetest of them dwells

The dreajj| of early hours.

L. E. Land on.

110

FLORA'S ALBDM.

Thrift.

Its nuircrous roots, that bind so close,

Make it an emblem of true s> mpathy.

SYMPATHY.

Oh ! ask not, hope not thou too much

Of sympathy below;
Few ;>.re the hearts whence one same touch

Bids the sweet fountains flow ;
Few — and by still conflicting powers

Forbidden here to meet :
Such ties would make this life of ours

Too fair for aught so fleet.

Mi; s. IIEMAH3.

Oh ! if thy spirit meet

On earth but one
Whose heart in sympathy

Springs to thine own ;
Who will with holy love,

Deep, pure, and true,
Be the bright star of home,

Loving but you ;
Cherish that priceless flower,

Hold the gem fast ;
Fame, vealth, may fadeaway,

Tliat love will last.

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Tiger Flower.
for on:e may pride befriend

THEE.

For once may pride befriend tb.ee,

For once be proud and rain ;
Else all, amid that glittering throng,

Will pass thee with disdain.

Place high that glittering diamond
On thy white and polished brow ;

Display thy costly jewels,
Let pride befriend thee now.

For thou goest 'mid the number

Who are the proud of earth ;
Who think far more of beauty,

Than they do of solid worth.

Then thy humility disguise,

May vanity attend thee ;
And as than walfcest 'mil that throng,

May pride for once befriend thee.

John S. Adams.

112 FLORA'S album.

Tulip.

1 Then comes the tulip race, where beasty plav»
Her idle freaks." Thombo*.

DECLARATION OF LOVE.

Why hangest thou thy maiden head
With such a coyness ? Why 's the rich
Blush spreading its roseate tints
O'er thy fair cheek ? Is 't because I *v»
Told the tender tale, which withiu
My heart ha.s, like a hallowed flame,
Been burning, and fee ling on its
Inward light, till it no longer
Could the silent smothering keep?
Then bursting forth, laden with its
Long-cherished, silent eloqu* nee,
Aoking thee but to love the heart,
Which loveth thee so well? If so,
Then I am blest ! for by those eyes
Downcast, as if their li Is were lade
With tears unshed, 1 find my hopes
Not blasted, — but my heart received.

flora's album. 113

Tulip Tree.

RURAL HAPTINESS.

What happiness the rural maid attends,

In cheerful labor while each day She spends !

She gratefully receives what Heaven has sent,

And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

She never feels the spleen's imagined pains,

Nor melancholy stagnates in hnr veins ;

She never loses life in thoughtless ea.se,

Nor on the velvet ccuch invites disease :

Her homespun dress in simple neatness lies,

And for no glaring equipage she sighs ;

Her reputation, which is all her boast,

In a malicious visit ne'er was lost ;

No midnight masquerade her beauty wears,

And health, not paint, the fading bloom repairs.

Gat.

Low was our pretty cot ; our tallest rose

Peeped at the chamber window. We couid hear,

At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,

The sea's faint murmur. In the open air

Our myrtles blossomed, and across the perch

Thick jasioinea twined ; the little landscape rcilkd

Was green and woody, and refreshed tat eve.

It was a spot which you might apuy call

The Y alley of Seclusion. (JOLFaiDGS.

B

114 flora's album.

, 1

Venus's Looking Glass.

FLATTERY.

Nor think this flattery ! I 've been taught

One maxim worth receiving,
Which every passing day has brought

Fresh motive for believing :

That flattery no excuse can find !

'T is loathed as soon as tasted,
When offo^d to a well-taught mind ;

And on a fool 't is wasted. B. Barton.

The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart :
The proud, to gain it. toils on toils endure;
The modest shun it but to make it sure.
O'er globes and sceptres, now on thrones it swells,
Now trims the midnight lamp in college cells.
'T is Tory, vv hig ! it plots, prays, preaches, pleads ;
Harangues in senates, squeaks in masquerades ;

Here, to S e's humor makes a bold pretence ;

There, bolder aims at Puk'ney's eloquence.
It aids the dancer's heel, the writer's head,
And heaps the plain with mountains of the dead.
Nor ends with life ; but nods in sable plumes,
Adorns our hearse, and flatters on our tombs.

Young.

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Venus's Flytrap.

***** 80 sensitive,

It catches each rover that doth touch its leave*.

SAVE I CAUGHT YOU AT LAST!

Have I caught you at last ? I 've been trying

For mauy and many a day ;
And indeed I have almost been dying '

For fear that you 'd answer me — " Nay."

Have I caught you at last ? now do tell me,

For I neyer shall love you less ;
Far the thoughts that to love thee, impel me,

Sinco you heartily answered me — " Yes.1'

John S. Adams. .

116 flora's album.

Virgin's Bower.

"And virgins-bower, trailing airily,
With others of the sisterhood."

John Keats.

ARTIFICE.

Let me see him once more

For a moment or two ;
Let him tell me himself

Of his purpose, dear, do ;
Let him gaze in these eyes,

While he lays out his plan
To escape me — and then —

He may go — if he can !

Let me see him once more,

Let me give him one smile,
Let me breathe but one word

Of endearment the while ;
I ask but that moment, —

My life on the man !
Does he think to forget me ?

He may — if he can.

F. S. Osgood.

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Volkamenica Japonica,
MAY YOU BE HAPPY.

# # * *

Mayst thou live in joy for ever,
Nought from the e true pleasure sever ;
Prom thy heart arise no sigh ,
And no tear bedew thine eye ;
Joys be many, cares be few,
Smooth the path thou shalt pursue,
And Heaven's richest blessings shine
Ever on both thee and thine.

Round thy path may fairest flowers,
As in amaranthine bowers,
Bloom and blossom bright and fair, —
Load vith sweets the ambient air ;
Be thy path with roses strown,
And thy hours to care unknown ;
Sorrow cloud thy pathway never,
And happiness be thine for ever.

John S. Adams

118 FLORA'3 album.

Wall Flower.

FIDELITY IN ADVEB3ITY

Fondly I wreathed his victor brow :

Shall I in grief forsake him now ?

Never. The ills that rouud him wait

But bind me closer to his fate.

In winter's cold, in guiamer's heat,

Long as the pulse of lift may beat,

Shall Ellen at Alonzo's side,

By day, by night, the wanderer guide :

On mine, his wearied brow shall l'esfc,

And sweet his &l«*bp on Ellen's bi-enao.

William »o***«*

She stems the wave, unshrinking ir.eeta the storm,
And wears his guardian angel's earthly form !
And if she cannot check the tempest's course,
She points a shelter from ps 'whelming force !
When envy's sneer would coldly blight his name,
And busy tongues are sporting with his fame,
Who solves each doubt, — clears every mist away,
And makes him radiant in the face of day?
She who would peril fortune, fame, and life,
For man, the ingrate, — the devoted wile.

Mrs. C. B. Wilson.

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Wall-SpeedwelL

FIDELITY.

Her hands were clasped, her dark eyes raised,

The breeze threw back her bair ;
Up to the fearful wbeel she grazed, —

All that she loved was there.
The night was round her clear and cold,

The holy heaven above,
Its pale stars watching to behold

The might of earthly love

" And bid me not depart," she cried,
" My Rudolph, say not so !
This is no time to quit thy side,

Peace, peace ! I cannot go.
Hath the world aught for me to feai,

When death is on thy brow ?
The world ! what means it ? — mine is here, —

I will not leave thee now."

* # # •

She spread her mantle o'er his breast,

She bathed his lips with dew ;
And on his cheeks such kisses pressed

As hope and joy ne'er knew. Mrs. Hemans.

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"Wliite lily.

" How chaste 7011 lily's robe of white."— "Wi£. Pstskb.
PURIT1

Pure as an infant's heart that sin ne'er touched,

And guilt had ne'er polluted ; and she seemed

Most like an angel that had missed its way

On some kind mission Heaven had bade it go.

Her eye beamed bright >\ith beauty ; and innocence

Its dulcet notes breathed forth in every word, —

Was seen in every motion that she made.

Iler form was faultless, and her golden hair

In long luxuriant cresses floated o'er

Iler shoulders, that a^ alabaster shone.

Her very look seemed to impart a sense

Of matchless purity to all it met.

I saw her in the crowd ; yet none were there

That seemed so pure as she ; and every eye

That mat her eye's mild glance, 6hrank back

abashed,
It spake such Innocence. * *

>>

John S. Arms.

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"Weeping "Willow.

MELANCHOLY

Stay, melancholy muser, stay,

And tell me all thy sorrow;
The rose that droops in tears to-day,

May rise in smiles to-morrow:
Ah ! yes, when only wet with dew

Of nature's balmy breathing,
Its glories may awake anew,

While beams are rem"1 it wreathing

But that o'er which the chilling blast

Has wildly, darkly driven,
And rudely scattered as it past,

The charm it caught from heaven ;
Too sadly feels the coming day,

That others joy in viewing,
Will only bring a brighter ray

To smile upon its ruin.

With eyes upraised, as one inspired,
Pale Melancholy sat retired ;
And from her mild, sequestered seat,
In notes, by distance made more sweet,
Poured through the mellow horn her pensive goal.

Collins.

122 flora's album.

Woodbine.

FRATERNAL LOVE.

We are but two, — the others sleep
Through death's untroubled night ;

We are but two, — oh ! let us keep
The link that binds us bright.

Heart leaps to heart, — the sacred flood

That w^rnis us is the same ;
That good old man, — his honest blood

Alike we fondly claim.

We in one mother's arms were locked, —

Long be her love repaid ;
In the same cradle we were rocked,

Round the same hearth we played.

Our boyish iports were all the same,

Each little joy and woe ;
Let manhood keep alive the flame,

Lit up so long ago.

We are but tico, — be that the band

To hold us till we die ;
Shoulder to shoulder l«t us stand,

Till side by side we lie.

Charles SpRAomt.

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Wood Sorrel.

This plant shuts it leaves at night, but at the first dawn
of day open s them. Feasants say they sing the praises
of their Creator.

JOY.

Think not him joyful who doth wear

Ever a smile, — t is but to hid^
The troubled thoughts of anxious care

That in his inmost heart abide.

Think not him joyful who ha* wealth,
Whom fortune favors with her gold ;

It cannot buy the flush of health ; —
True joy is neither bought nor sold.

But think him joyful, call him blest,
"Who round his path hath friends to love :

Who has a conscience well at rest,
And puts his trust in One above.

Ay, he is joyful ! he can brave
The world with its besetting care ;

And when the portals of the grave
Open to view, — be joyful there.

John S. adams.

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"Wormwood.

Tb» bitterest of plants that spring from out of the earth.
ABSENCE.

'T is not the loss of love's assurance,
It is not doubting what thou art ;

But 't is the too, too long endurance
Of absence, that afflicts my heart.

Absence ! is not the soul torn by it
From more than light, or life, or breath

'T is Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet, —
The pain, without the peace, of death !

Thomas Campbell.

Believe not that absence can banish
The memory of moments gone by ;

Could I deem they so slightly would vanish,
I should think on the past with a sigh.

Bernard Barton.

But oh ! it is more soothing still,
To feel a fond hope, when we sever ;

Absence cannot affection chill,
And we may meet mere dear than ever.

Bernard Barton.

INDEX.

FLOWERS. SENTIMENTS. PAGB.

Acacia, Yellow, •'Concealed Loce, 5

Acanthus, Art, 6

Almond, J I- edleggness, ■ ••• 7

Amaranth, Immortality, 3

Alyssum, Worth beyond Beauty, 9

American Si ar Wort,- • • Welcome to a Stranger,' ••• .0

Anemone, Garden, Fin *uken, 11

Auricula, Painting, 12

Aspen Tree, Lami n'.ation, 13

Azalea, Romance, 14

Bar Leaf, / change but in dying, 15

Bell Flower, Pyramidal, Gratitude, IS

Bilberry, Treachery, 17

Black Poplar, Courage, 18

Blue Canterbury Bell,- • Constancy, 19

Borage, Bluntne.i$, or Roughness of

Mdhners, 20

Bundles of Reeds, Music, 21

Bramble, Remorse, 22

Carnation, Yellow,-.. -Dti'lain, 23

Candy Tuft, Indifference, 24

Cherry, Winter, // ci fition, 25

Cinquefoil, Parental Love, • iS

Convolvulus Minor, Xipht, 27

Crown Imperial, Pri h or' Birth, '23

Crocus, ( 'heerfvlness— Smiles, 29

Columbine, Desertion, 30

Clematis, English, Traveler's Joy, 31

Corchorus, Impatience of Absence, 32

Coboea, Gossips, 33

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FLOWERS. SENTIMENTS. PACE.

Coreopsis, Love at First Sight, 34

Cross of Jerusalem, • •••!> rotion, 35

Cypress, Death, 33

Daisy, Iinocence, 37

. Michaelmas, — Farewell, 3S

Dandelion, Coquetry, 39

Dead Leaves, Sadness, 40

Evergreen, • ■• Poverty, 46

Eglantine or sweet briar, I'oetry, II

Eupatorian, Delay, 47

Fi.2 Marygold, Idleness, 4$

Flowering Reed, Confidence in Heaven,' • • • *3

Forget-me-Not, True Love, 44

Fraxinella, Fire, 45

Garden Marigold, Sacred Affection, • • ••» 48

Geranium, Mourning, • 'Despondency, 49

Guelder Hose, Winter, 50

Hackmatack, Single Blessedness, 51

Hawthorn, Hope, 52

Heath, Solitude, 53

Heleniura, •'••Tears, 54

Houstonia, Content, 55

Honeysuckle, Trumpet,/ hare dreamed o/thee,---- 58

Hydrangea, IlearWessnestj, 57

Hyacinth, &~>c/,- 58

India Cress, Resignation, 59

Ivy, Friendship, •••'• 60

Laburnum, Pensive Beauty, 61

Lark.- pur, Fid leness, 68

., Cold Hearted, 63

Affection beyond the grave,- 64

Love in a Mist, You puzzle me, S5

Linden Tree, NaU imony, 68

Lilac, First Emotion of Love,- • • 67

Live Oak, Liberty, 68

■ Lucern, Life, 69

Marygold, Freu :h, J '.ahusy, 70

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FLOWERS. SENTIMENTS. PAGE.

Meadow Saffron,-

Moss,

Mountain Pink,- •
Milfoil. Common,
Moon wort,

• Jffi best days art gone, 71

a' Love, 72

■A*;>iruigs, 73

• War, 74

■ Eo, m 'fulness, 75

Myosotis, or Mouse Ear, Forget me Xot, 78

Nasturtium, Patriotism, 77

Nettle, Slander, 78

Nightshade, Dark Thoughts 79

Oleander, Ben-are, 80

Olive, 1'euce, • 81

Pansy, or TTeart's Ease,- Think of Me, 82

Passion Flower, Religious Fervor, 83

Pei:, An appointed Meeting, 84

Peach Blossom, This Heart :< Thine, 85

Periwinkle, Swet t Remembrances, 86

Petunia, -Thuu art less proud than

they deem thee,- 6T

Persimmon, Bury >ue amid Nature's

beauties, 88

Pheasant's Eye, or Flos

Adonis, Sorrowful Remembrances,- • 89

Phlox, Our souls are united, 90

Poplar, White, Time, 91

Primrose, Evening, • • • -Inconstancy, 92

Poppy. Consolation of Sleep, 93

Primrose, Early Tovth, 94

Pride of China, Dissension, 95

Pink. Red, Woman's Lore, 98

Pine, J'Hy, 87

Pine Spruee, Hope i» Adversity, 98

Pine Apple, You are perfect, 99

Ranunculus, You are radiant with

charms, .00

Rose, Beauty, 101

Rosemary, Rcmcmbrince, 102

Saffron Flower, Excess is dangerous, 103

Snap Dragon, You are dazzling, but dan-
gerous, 104

128

FLOWERS. SENTIMENTS. FAGE.

Snow Ball, Thoughts of Heaven, 105

Stramonium, Common, Disguise, 106

Sorrel, Wit, 107

Spindle Tree,-
Syringa,

• Your inutgt •'« engraven on

my heart, 1CS

■Memory, 105

Venus's. Looking Glass, Flattery, ••«

Venus's Fly Trap, Have I caught you at last ?•

Virgin's Bower, Artifice,

Volkamenica Japonica, May you be Happy,

Wall Flower, Fidelity in Adversity,-

leed well, Fidelity,

White Lilv, Purity,

Weeping Willow, AManckoly,

Fraternal Love,

Wood Sorrel., Joy,

Wormwood, • • 'Absence, •

110

*Ttirift, Sympathy,

Tiger Flower, For once may pride be-
friend thee, Ill

Tulip, — Declaration of Love, 112

Tulip Tree, Rural 113

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