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HONESTY. 



(Continued.) 



Answer. 



Thy words convince me ; all my doubts are vanished. 

 Mschylus 1 Agamemnon. 



His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; 

 His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; 

 His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart ; 

 His heart, as far from guile, as heaven from earth. 



Skaks. 



Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway. 



Goldsmith. 



HONEY FLOWER. 

 Melianthus. 



Speak /OH), if you And tell, with honey'd words, the tale of love. 

 speak love. 



Darwin. 



How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, 

 Like softest music to attending ears. . . . S/taks. 



That voice was wont to come in gentle whispers, 

 And fill my ears with the soft breath of love. Otway. 



'Twas like the stealing 



Of summer wind through some wreathed shell; 

 Each secret winding, each inmost feeling 

 Of all my soul, echo'd to its spell ! .... Moore. 



Ours, too, the glance none saw beside ; 



The smile none else might understand ; 



The whisper'd thought of hearts allied ; 



The pressure of the thrilling hand Byron. 



HONEY FLOWER. 

 Mourning Bride. 

 M. 



/ have lost all. With whom, alas ! I fondly hoped to know 



The humble walks of happiness below. . . Rogers. 



With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; 

 Every thought of my reason was thine. . . Moore. 



My soul's first idol and its last same. 



Oh grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate 



First leaves the young heart lone and desolate, 



In the wide world, without that only tie, 



For which it lov'd to live, or fear'd to die ! same. 



HONEYSUCKLE, Coral. 

 Lonicera sempervirens. 



The colour of The day too short for my distress ; and night, 

 my fate. E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, 



Is sunshine, to the colour of my fate. . . . Younc 



