FLORA’S DIAL. Ill 
ingest 17. 
PEAR. — Affection. 
Joyful, 
Or woful, — 
Be thankful and glad, — 
Sighing, 
Or crying, 
With sorrow be sad, — 
Rejoice to the skies, 
Down to death be thou driven, 
Only the loving soul dwelleth in heaven ! 
From Goethe. J. W. H. 
August IS. 
BLUE PERIWINKLE. — Early Love . 
Our first young love resembles 
That short, but brilliant ray, 
Which smiles, and weeps, and trembles, 
Through April’s earliest day. 
No, — no, — let life before us 
Bring all the light it may, 
’T will shed no lustre o’er us 
Like that first trembling ray. Moore. 
