His worsh' fe, to me, Reart betide, It be! Se re he toss wach depends * gold-that glittering 1, Which waste.ce ends; But I must stike a priceless wealth Hope happiness and love My peace on earth--my young heart's health- L F. S. O ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. Balsam. White Daisy. Be not impatient, I will think of it. OH! bid me not so soon decide, The gamester pauses ere he toss The dice, on which depends His worshipped gold-that glittering dross, Which with existence ends; But I must stake a priceless wealth- My peace on earth—my young heart's health— And more - my bliss above! L F. S. O. IMMORTALITY. AMARANTH. THE amaranth is one of the latest gifts of autumn, and when dead its flowers retain their rich scarlet colour. The ancients have associated it with supreme honours; choosing it to adorn the brows of their gods. Poets have sometimes mingled its bright hue with the dark and gloomy cypress, wishing to express that their sorrows were combined with everlasting recol.ections. Homer tells us, that, at the funeral of Achilles, the Thessalians presented themselves wearing crowns of amaranth. Milton, in his gorgeous description of the court of heaven, mentions the amaranth as being inwoven in the diadem of angels. Love and friendship are adorned with amaranth. In the garland of Julie, we find the four following lines: Je suis la fleur d'amour qu'amarante on appelle, Christina, queen of Sweden, who wished to immortalize herself by renouncing the throne to cultivate letters and philosophy, instituted the order of "knights of the amaranth." The decoration of that order is a medal of gold, enriched with a flower of the amaranth in enamel, with this motto: nella memoria." "Dolce In the floral games at Toulouse, the prize for the best lyrical verses is a golden amaranth. Fling, fling the wreath of Bacchus down! For they who wear its vine-leaves here, Of angels in a holier sphere. F. S. O. |