ALTHAEA. 



(Continued.) 



Love was to his impassion'd soul, 



Not, as with others, a mere part 

 Of his existence, but the whole, 



The very life-breath of his heart Moore. 



What must love be in a heart 

 All passion's fiery depths concealing, 



Which has in its minutest part 

 More than another's whole of feeling ? . . L. E. L. 



Answer. 

 Violent fires soon burn out themselves. 



. . Shaks. 



The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns ; 

 The current, that with gentle murmur glides, 

 Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; 

 But when his fair course is not hindered, 

 He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones. 



Shaks. 



Those edges soonest turn that are most keen, 



A sober moderation stands sure, 



No violent extremes endure Alleyn. 



ALOE. 

 Aloe. 



Religious superstition. 



In climes beneath the solar ray, 



Where beams intolerable day, 



And arid plains in silence spread, 



The pale-green Aloe lifts its head, 



Delighting most its shade to fling 



Where streams run not, nor fountains spring. 



Its mystic branch, at Moslem's door, 



Betokens travel long and sore 



In Mecca's weary pilgrimage ; 

 Or hangs a visionary charm 

 To shield him from the secret harm, 



The spectre's form, the demon's rage. 



In frames adust, in fervid minds, 

 Its root thus superstition finds, 

 Where'er that noxious growth is found, 

 There spreads a moral desert round, 

 Where charity's sweet fount is dried, 

 And only bitter waters glide. 

 Oh ! never may its gloomy shade 

 Darken my gate, my breast invade, 



Proclaiming that the thorny path 

 Of useless rigours I have trod, 

 With offered pangs to please a God 



Not of compassion, but of wrath. 



