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ROSE, WHITE, (withered.} Native of Europe The 

 ' ' v ' bush is five or six ft et high. 



ba. Leaves dark green. Flow- 



ers usually pure white, but 

 sometimes tinged with a 

 delicate blush. 



I AM IN DESPAIR. 



A single rose is shedding 



Its lovely lustre meek and pale: 



It looks as planted by despair 



So white, so faint the slightest gale 



Might whirl the leaves on high. 



Byron. 



SENTIMENT. 



O, life and all its charms decay, 



Alluring, cheating, on they go; 

 The stream forever steals away 



In one irrevocable flow: 

 Its dearest charms, the charms of love, 



Are brightest in their bud, and die ; 

 Whene'er their tender bloom we move, 



We touch the leaves, they withered lie. 



And on, with many a step of pain, 



Our weary race is sadly run; , 



And still, as on we plod our way, 

 We find, as life's gay dreams depart, 



To close our being's troubled day, 

 Nought left us but a broken heart. 



PercivaL 



