for the purpose of impregnation. The styles, which are three, are dotted, and each terminate 

 in a club-shaped yellow stigma. As soon as the intention of Nature is accomplished, all this 

 clock-work of the flower ceases, and withers, except the germeii, which increases, and forms 

 into an oblong egg-shaped fruit, at first protected by the involucre, full of seeds inclosed 

 in a subacid refreshing pulp. It comes under the Class XX. Gynandria, and Order L 



PeNTANDRIA, of LlNN^US. 



The following fine lines are from the pen of an amiable and most beautiful young Lady. 



By Faith sublim'd, fair Passiflora steers 



Her Pilgrimage along this Vale of Tears, 



The hopes of heaven alone her thoughts employ, 



Christ is her glory, and the cross her joy. — 



As the deep organ sounds the hallow'd strain 



With solemn step proceeds the pious train. 



In polish'd censers, wrought with wondrous care, 



Five cherub boys the holy incense bear, 



Three pious virgins form her holy train 

 Join in her pray'rs, and weep the '' Lamb that's slain:' 

 With solemn step they tread the cloister's gloom, 

 Seek its deep shade, and commune with the tomb. 

 Hark! from the walls what sacred anthem sounds 

 With hymns of praise the vaulted roof resounds ! 



■ ANTHEM. 



"He died! he died !— The Saviour of mankind, 

 '' To save our souls, his spotless life resign'd; 



'^ Yes! low, with humble grace, th' Almighty's Son 



" Bow'd to the cross, and cried, ' Thy will be done.' 



'' Astonished Nature trembled at the sight, 



'' And veil'd the guilty land in shades of night. 



'' In lofty mountains roll'd the mighty flood, 



" i:ar/^ op'd her jaws, and drank his precious blood. 

 ' Redemptions ours,'' re-echoed through her caves\ 

 " The dead are rous'd, and burst their silent graves; 

 " In hollow tones each from his vault rephes, 

 * We slept in peace sect^re with Gojy to rise: 

 " Death vanquish'd fled, and sought his fell abode ; 

 " Sin blush'd with shame, and hid her face from God, 

 " While Mercy, rising from the throne of grace, 

 " Pronounc'd free pardon to a sinful race."— - 



Oh! may that cro^5 on which our Saviour died 

 Subdue our passions, and our guihy pride! 

 That we amidst the general wreck shall rise 

 Preserv'd for purer worlds, and brighter skies. 

 Mount the bless'd seats of Harmony and Love, 

 Becrown'd with bliss, and live with GOD above. 



Frances Arabella Rowde 



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