MIGNONETTE. 



(Continued.) 



There was that in her dark, bright, joyous eyes, 



And in the expression of her speaking face, 



Where, 'mid the graces, dwelt perpetual smiles 



And the pure light that evermore pours out 



From the mind's fountain that demanded more 



Than the cold name of beauty, which may be 



The attribute of beings whom no ray 



Of intellect illumines, and no charm 



Of loveliness invests S. P. C. 



Such charms would fix 

 Inconstancy itself: her unmixed virtues, 

 Ev'n if her beauty fail'd, would soon subdue 

 The rebel heart, and you would learn to love her. 



Dr. Thomas Franklin's Earl of Warwick. 



MIMOSA. 

 Sensitive Plant. 

 Mimosa. 



Sensitiveness. 



I cannot bear that alter'd brow ! 



My misery can scarce be more complete ! 



Oh ! would it were my lot, 

 To be forgetful, as I am forgot ! . . . 



. F. 



Byron. 



Upon my lute there is one string 

 Broken ; the chords were drawn too fast ; 

 My heart is like that string it tried 

 Too much, and snapt in twain at last. . 



Anon. 



MOCK ORANGE. Counterfeit. 



Philadelphus coronarius. 



You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit, 

 * * * which being touch'd and tried, 

 Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn. 



Idiots only may be cozen'd twice ; 



Once warn'd, is well bewar'd 



Now my love is thaw'd ; 

 Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, 

 Bears no impression of the thing it was. 



Shake. 



Dryden. 



Shaks. 



Moss. 



Musci. 



Recluse. You subject yourself to solitariness, the sly enemy that 



doth most separate man from well doing. Sidney. 



In solitude 



What happiness ? Who can enjoy alone, 

 Or, if enjoying, what contentment find ? 



Milton. 



