46 HLilac. 
Trace the young poet's fate ; 
Fresh from his solitude, the child of dreams, 
His heart upon his lips he seeks the world, 
To find him fame and fortune, as if life 
Were like a fairy tale. His song has led 
The way before him ; flatteries fill his ear, 
His presence courted, and his words are caught; 
And he seems happy in so many friends. 
What marvel if he somewhat overrate 
His talents and his state? These scenes soon change. 
The vain, who sought to mix their name with his ; 
The curious, who but live for some new sight; 
The idle — all these have been gratified. 
And now neglect stings even more than scorn. 
Miss Landon. 
lii-LkC. ...First Emotions of Love. 
The freshness of the verdure of the Lilac ; the flexi- 
bility of its branches ; the profusion of its flowers ; 
their transitory beauty and their soft hues, — all remind 
us of those emotions which embellish beauty, and thmw 
such a light around our .youthful hours. It is said 
that Van Spaendonc himself threw down his pencil on 
viewing a group of Lilacs. Nature seems to have de- 
lighted in creating its delicate clusters, which astonish 
by their beauty and variety. The fragrance of the 
flowers is even more gratifying than their beauty. 
She had grown, 
In her unstained seclusion, bright and pure 
As a first opening Lilac, when it spreads 
Its clear leaves to the sweetest dawn of May. 
rcrcival. 
