FLORA’S DIAL 121 
September 7. 
LILY OF THE VALLEY. — ■ Return of Happiness. 
Ella ! sad clouds have always round my spirit 
Gathered thick darkness to engloom my way ; 
I ’ve thought my life would never more inherit 
The golden radiance of a sunlit day. 
But you arose across my soul’s horizon 
And gilt the clouds that darkly thronged me 
round, 
And my sad song, — Kyrie, Kyrie, eleison ! 
Became Io ! Eureka ! I have found ! J. W. H. 
September S. 
MADDER. — Talkative. 
This maiden’s sparkling eyes 
Are pretty, and all that, sir ; 
But her little tongue 
Is quite too full of chat, aw* ! Moore. 
September 0 
MONKSHOOD. — Gallantry . 
Love is catching from such teeth ; 
Delicate little pearl-white wedges, 
All transparent at the edges. Eestus. 
