book all that was left of a tale of unre- 

 quited love ? Poor Aretheuse, were 

 those spots on the page tear stains? 

 Whence came you? Whither have 

 you gone ? Nevertheless, your little 

 book shall no longer be knocked about 

 on a counter covered with dust, neg- 

 lected and despised; its faded leaves 

 shall be tied with a bit of lilac ribbon 

 and laid gently by. 



Among Lowell's poems are many on 

 flowers; their charms and sweetness 

 are extolled, and many graceful fancies 

 are woven about them. But for the 

 lilac, although it blossomed freely in 

 his garden, he has little to say ; two 

 references only can I find. The pretty 

 little trifle following is one of them : 



"AUF WIEDERSEHEN! 

 " The little gate was reached at last, 

 Half hid in lilacs down the lane ; 

 She pushed it wide, and, as she past, 

 A wistful look she backward cast. 

 And said, — ' Auf weidersehen ! ' 



