VIOLET, White. 



(Continued.) 



No ostentatious wish to seek for praise, 

 But still retiring from the public gaze, 

 It spreads its sweet beneficence around, 

 And, by the fame it shuns, can but be found. 



H. K. White. 



VIRGIN'S BOWER. Filial lone. 



Clematis. 



My mother ! at that holy name, 



Within my bosom there 's a gush 

 Of feeling, which no time can tame, 

 A feeling, which, for years of fame, 

 I would not, could not crush. 



. G. P. Morris. 



Can I forget thy cares, from helpless years 



Thy tenderness for me ? An eye still beam'd 



With love ? A brow that never knew a frown ? 



Nor a harsh word thy tongue ? .... Thomson. 



Can I ever cease to be 

 Affectionate arid kind to thee, 

 Who wast so very kind to me ? 



My Mother ! 



Oh, no ! the thought I cannot bear, 

 And if God please my life to spare, 

 I hope I shall reward thy care, 



My Mother ! . . . Anon. 



And may reproach transmit my name abhorr'd 

 To latest time if ever thought was mine 

 Unjust to filial reverence filial love. 



"My Father!" . Mallet. 



WALL FLOWER. Fidelity in misfortune. 



Cheiranthus cheiri. 



Ne'er in his woes 

 Will I forsake whom my soul holds most dear. 



AZschylus. The Persians. 



Thy rise of fortune did I only wed, 

 From its decline determin'd to recede ? 

 Did I but purpose to embark with thee 

 On the smooth surface of a summer's sea, 

 While gentle zephyrs play in prosp'rous gales, 

 And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails ; 

 But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, 

 When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar ? 

 No, Henry, no : one sacred oath has tied 

 Our loves ; one destiny our life shall guide, 

 Nor wild, nor deep, our common way divide ! . Prior. 



Friendship has a power 

 To soothe affliction in her darkest hour. 



H. K. White. 



