Key 
shower. 
.y Ww? + 
oi Distrust. 
Q in 
HOU hast no truth to prove, fair Eloise; 
And I say thou art false, who loved thee most; 
Then spare us both these feints and artful words. 
I could forgive thee if thou didst not play 
The actress with me now. And now I go; 
- But ere I go, I'll say I do forgive thee. —Frances A, Fuller. 
HO should be trusted now, when one’s right Our doubts are traitors, 
hand And make us lose the good we oft might win, 
Is perjur’d to the bosom? Proteus, By fearing to attempt. — Shakespeare. 
I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, 
But count the world a stranger for thy sake; 
The private wound is deepest. — Shakespeare. —Whittier. 
Now naught but gall is there, and burning poison. — Thompson. 
DOUBT! O doubt! I know my destiny; There is no certainty, “my bosom’s guest,” 
I feel thee fluttering bird-like in my breast; No proving for the things whereof ve wot; 
I cannot loose, but I will sing to thee, For, like the dead to sight unmanifest, 
And flatter thee to rest. They are, and they are not. — Scan Ingelow. tf 
Huttercup, 
Ranunculus acrigs. Narurart Orver: Ranunculacea — Crowfoot Family. 
NTE ie a y 
oe 
. to this common plant, so beautifully characterized by the 
Be poet Robert Browning as “the little children’s dower.” 
' The very name calls up the picture of children crouching 
in the grass, and holding the golden blossoms under each 
a other’s chin to see if by the reflection they love butter, feel- 
ing assured that the least yellow gleam is indicative that their bread 
should ‘be thickly spread with that’ golden and necessary product of 
the dairy. The leaves drop from the plant easily, and frequently the 
least touch will cause the petals of the flowers to fall in a golden 
| ees sunniest hours are not without 
The shadow of some lingering doubt. 
HIS, this has thrown a serpent to my heart, 
While it o’erflowed with tenderness, with joy, 
With all the sweetness of exulting love; 
61 oie 
Qed 
