RUE. 



(Continued.) 



And, Benedict, love on, I will requite thee, 

 Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; 

 For others say thou dost deserve, and I 

 Believe it better than reportingly. . . 



Shake. 



SAGE. Domestic Virtues. 



Salvia officinalis. 



Nothing lovelier can be found 

 In woman, than to study household good ; 

 And good works in her husband to promote. 



Milton. 



A woman's noblest station is retreat : 

 Her fairest virtues fly from public sight ; 

 Domestic worth that shuns too strong a light. 



Lyttelton. 



Domestic happiness, thou only bliss 

 Of paradise, that hast surviv'd the fall ! 

 * * * * 



Thou art the nurse of virtue ; in thine arms 

 She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, 

 Heav'n-born, and destin'd to the skies again. Cowper. 



' To give society its highest taste ; 

 Well-order'd home man's best delight to make ; 

 And, by submissive wisdom, modest skill, 

 With every gentle, care-deluding art, 

 To raise the virtues, animate the bliss, 

 And sweeten all the toils of human life : 

 This be the female dignity and praise. . . Thomson. 



I 've heard my honest uncle often say, 



That lads should a' for wives that 's virtuous pray ; 



For the maist thrifty man could never get 



A weel-stor'd room, unless his wife wad let. 



Allan Ramsay. 



SCABIOUS, 

 Dark purple. 



Scabiosa atro-purpurea. 



Unfortunate attach- 

 ment. 



Oh, love ! how are thy precious, sweetest moments 

 Thus ever cross'd, thus vex'd with disappointments ! 



Rowe's Ulysses. 



Such is the posie love composes ; 

 A stinging nettle mixed with roses Brown. 



Have blissful thoughts allur'd thee on, 

 And faded when most fair ? 



The look the tone of bliss is gone, 

 Love has been there 



T. Bayley. 



The maid that loves, 

 Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, 

 And puts her trust in miracles for safety. 



Young. 



Ah, Zelica ! there was a time when bliss 

 Shone o'er thy heart from every look of his ; 

 When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air 

 In which he dwelt, was thy soul's fondest prayer ! 



