HROUGH all his tuneful art how strong OUL, where thoughts like to white-winged angels, 
The human feeling gushes! Brood in the hush of this dim, dark eve, 
The very moonlight of his song Whisper to me thy sweet evangels, 
Is warm with smiles and blushes. Whisper and sigh, but do not grieve; 
—F. G. Whittier. Out of the depths of thy charmed chambers 
UNDERSTOOD not that a grateful mind Raise me a song that shall thrill afar; 
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Kindle thy fires, blow bright thine embers, 
Indebted and discharg’d. —Milton. Gleam on her soul like the gleam of a star. 
—Barton Grey. 
Agrimoany, 
Agrimonia parviflora. Narurar OrvEr: Rosacee—Rose Family. 
‘GRIMONY, a plant well known to the Greeks and Romans, 
and by them very highly esteemed for its healing. properties, 
was at one time thought superior to all others known to 
science as medicinal. Some authors derive the name from 
the Greek “argema, the web or pearl of the eye, a disease 
: NK of which it was supposed to cure.” Several plants under 
Yer, this name are found throughout the United States, in the fields and 
* woods. The flowers are small and yellow, in long, slender racemes. 
i The plants vary in height from one to three feet, some of them being 
@ quite aromatic. 
Shankiuludes. 
OR she hath lived with heart and soul alive 
To all that makes life beautiful and fair; 
Sweet thoughts, like honey-bees, have made their hive 
Of her soft bosom-cell, and cluster there. 
—Amelia B. Welby. 
W.* owe thee much; within this wall of flesh 
There is a soul counts thee her creditor,. 
And with advantage means to pay thy love. 
—Shakespeare. 
HANKS, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, F you have lived, take thankfully the past; 
For the lesson thou hast taught. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last. : 
—Longfellow. —Dryden. : 
AG—eL> 
I, 
Aaa 
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