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HEARTLESS BEAUTY.

DAHLIA.

THE gorgeous flowers of the dahlia allure only to disappoint us, for they are without fragrance.

The light, the grace, the brilliant bloom,
Of Beauty, unendowed with heart,
Resemble flowers without perfume,

And just as little joy impart.

HOPE.

F. S. O.

HAWTHORN.

Now hawthorns blossom, now the daisies spring.

POPE

THE hawthorn has been made the emblem of hope, because the young and beautiful Athenian maids brought its branches, covered with flowers, to decorate their companions on their nuptial day, while they bare larger boughs of it to the altar. The altar of Hymen was lighted by torches made from the wood of this tree; and it also formed the flambeaux which illuminated the nuptial chamber. We are told that the Troglodytes in the simplicity of their minds, tied hawthorn branches to the dead bodies of their parents and friends; and at the interment of the corpse they strewed its branches upon the body, and afterward covered it with stones, laughing through the whole of the

ceremony. They considered death as the dawning of a life which should never cease.

Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroidered canopy
To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?
Oh! yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.

Fair Hope, with light and buoyant form,
Came smiling through the clouds of Care,
Glanced bright defiance on the storm,
And hung her bow of promise there.

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HYPOCRISY.

EBONY.

PLUTO, god of the infernal regions, was seated upon a throne of ebony. We say of one notoriously wicked, that "he has a heart as black as ebony." This proverb originated in the circumstance of the aubier of the ebony-tree being white, its foliage soft and silvery, its flowers brilliant and beautiful, while the heart only of the tree is black.

Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks

Invisible, except to God alone,

By his permissive will through heaven and earth.

MILTON.

Her brow is white as stainless snow,
As ebon, black, her heart of sin
Her cheek with morning's blush doth glow
O'er midnight gloom within!

HOW CAME YOU HERE?

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WALKING LEAF.

THIS is a curious fern, striking root at the extremity of the frond or leaf, from which root new plants arise. It is found in rocky woods.

You know mamma, can't bear you, love,
You know papa dislikes you, dear;
You know my brothers cut you, dove;-
Alas! how came you here?

You know your fortune's gone, my own!
You know your coat was made last year;-
I never ramble now alone;

What could have sent you here?

Perhaps you do not know, my sweet-
Sir John will soon propose I fear!
How very awkward, should you meet!
What nonsense brought you here?

I vow I'm quite afraid to stir,

Lest you are in the way or near!

I needs must say I wish you, sir!
Oh! anywhere but here!

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I ATTACH MYSELF TO YOU.

SCARLET IPOMOEA, OR INDIAN JASMINE.

THIS beautiful twining plant is a species of blindweed, or something analogous; like the convolvolus, it requires something to support its light tendrils; and, without fatiguing that support, wreaths it with verdure and flowers.

To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health-
Partake, but never waste thy wealth-
Or stand with smiles unmurmuring by,
And lighten half thy poverty!

BYRON.

Jasmine, some like silver spray,
Some like gold, in the morning ray.

INDIAN BRIDE.

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I DIE IF NEGLECTED.

LAURUSTINUS.

THIS is one of the prettiest of evergreen shrubs, and is the gift of Spain to our highly-favoured land. In winter it is the ornament of our groves, displaying its shining leaves and snowy white flowers when other trees have ceased to bloom.

Neither the hot breath of summer nor the cold kiss of winter can rob it of its charms; but to preserve it we must tend it with assiduous care. The symbol of a kind and delicate friendship, it ever seeks to please, yet dies if neglected.

While you cherish me, dearest, "through good and through ill,"

Life's summer I'll bless, and its winter defy!

'Mid sunshine and tempest, I'll smile on thee still; But oh! if you ever neglect me, I die!

While you watch o'er Love's glowing but delicate flowers,
Every glance of affection-each soul-winged sigh-
All the bloom of my cheek and my heart-shall be yours;
But oh! if you leave me- -you leave me to die!

F. S. O.

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