44 ^iriboi'n'ilt. 
The lesser Periwinkle's bloom, 
Like carpet of Damascus' loom, 
Pranks with bright blue the tissue wove 
Of verdant foliage : and above 
With milk-white flowers, whence soon shall swell 
Red fruitage, to the taste and smell 
Pleasant alike, the Strawberry weaves 
Its coronets of three-fold leaves 
In mazes through the sloping wood. 
Mant. 
Where captivates the sky-blue Periwinkle 
Under the cottage eaves. 
Ilurdis. 
Ptemember thee ? 
Yea, from the table of my memory 
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. 
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, 
That youth and observation copied there ; 
And thy commandment all alone shall live 
Within the book and volume of my brain, 
Unmixed with baser matter. 
Shakspeare. 
Oh ! only those 
Whose souls have felt this one idolatry 
Can tell how precious is the slightest thing 
Affection gives and hallows ! A dead flower 
Will long be kept, remembrancer of looks 
That made each leaf a treasure. 
Miss Landon. 
