SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 



MEZEREON.— Coquette. 



Well, well ! adieu for ever, 



My heart has broken free ; 

 I've brought myself to sever 



My pleasant tie to thee. 



I blame myself for letting thee 



My better angel seem, 

 And forgive thee by forgetting thee, 



As some uneasy dream. 



Farewell ! enjoy the moments 



My rivals will think sweet, 

 And call it sunshine, if you will, 



That brings ihem to your feet. 



They'll see ihe sliades besetting thee, 



And leara my lesson yet. 

 To forgive thee by forgettin^thee. 



Thou beautiful Coquette I 



FareweU I with all thy brilliancy, 



Thy autumn will steal on, * 



And the sear and yellow chronicle 

 Will write that it is gone. 



Thy bloom will be forgetting thee 



When brightest it should seem, 

 And go like me forsaking thee, 



Like the color of a dream, 



N. Y. Statesman. 



