8 flora’s dial. 
Samtarg 3 . 
CACTUS. — Ardent Love. 
Oh therefore, love, he of thyself so wary, 
As I, not for myself, hut for thee, will, 
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary 
As tender hahe her nurse, from faring ill. 
Presume not on thy heart, when mine is slain, — 
Thou gayest me thine, not to give back again. 
Shakspeare. 
Smtuarg 
ALOE. — Grief. 
A faded flower, a broken gem, 
Are emblems mine ; 
The flower hath lost its loveliness 
With its sunshine ; 
The ruby stone no more is set 
On lady’s brow, 
Its beauty of unsullied light 
Is wanting now. 
Like me, no thought of former worth 
From doom will save ; 
They will be flung to earth and air, 
I, to the grave ! 
Miss Landon. 
