NASTURTIUM. 

 Indian Cress, 

 Tropceolum major. 



A warlike trophy. 



In war excelling, as in peace Horace. 



This, to the hero, when his sword 

 Has won the battle for the free 

 The thanks of millions yet to be ! 



Halleck, 



Bring flowers, to strew in the conqueror's path 



He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath ! 



He comes with the spoils of nations back ; 



The vines lie crush'd in his chariot's track ; 



The turf looks red where he won the day; 



Bring flowers, to die in the conqueror's way. Hemans. 



Crown ye the brave ! crown ye the brave ! 



As through your streets they ride, 



And the sunbeams dance on the polish'd arms 



Of the warriors side by side ; 



Shower on them your sweetest flowers, 



Let the air ring with their praise same. 



Answer. 



Could deeds my heart discover, 

 Could valour gain your charms, 



I 'd prove myself a lover, 

 Against a world in arms. . . 



Old song. 



Most fair ! thus low before you, 

 A prostrate warrior view, 



Whose sole delight and glory 

 Are centred all in you. . . . 



NETTLE. 

 Urtica. 



Slander. V'Tis slander, 



Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue 

 Outvenoms all the worms of Nile. ..... Shaks. 



Soft buzzing slander ; silky moths, that eat 



An honest name. / Thomson. 



The man that dares traduce, because he can 



With safety to himself, is not a man., . . . Cowper. 



Those who murder fame 

 Kill more than life destroyers Savage. 



^ Slander meets no regard from noble minds ; 

 Only the base believe, what the base only uttei^. 



Heller's Injured Innocence. 



