FLORA’S dial. 9 
, Saimarg 5. 
HYDRANGEA. — Remember ! 
Wilt thou remember me when I am gone, — 
Gone to that leaden darkness, where men lie 
Shut out from friends, in chambers all of stone, — 
Waiting my summons from the awful sky ? 
Think of me, sometimes , sweet ! all cold, all pale, 
Beyond the power of pain, — a spirit taken, 
By Death, to regions where no hearts awaken ; 
Where no hopes haunt us, — no wild sorrows wail ; 
Where even thy love itself can then no more avail. 
Barry Cornwall. 
Jattuaro 6. 
ICE-PLANT. — Frigidity. 
Canst thou no kindly ray impart, 
Thou strangely beauteous one ? 
Fairer than fairest work of art, 
Yet cold as sculptured stone ! 
Thou art in Friendship’s bright domain 
A flower that yields no fruit ; 
And Love declares thy beauty vain ; — 
Of fragrance destitute ! 
0. S. M. Ordway. 
