130 flora’s dial. 
September 26. 
DOCK.— Shrewdness. 
Oh ! she is a shrewd one ! as keen as a briar ! 
Though her lip pouts with love, it can curl with 
disdain ! 
And her eye, now so soft, can shoot quivering fire, 
Ah ! she ’s a shrewd one. # * J. W. H. 
September 27. 
DANDELION. — Coquetry. 
Clouds turn with every wind about ; 
They keep us in suspense and doubt ; 
Yet oft perverse like woman-kind, 
Are seen to scud against the wind ; 
Is not this lady just the same ? 
For who can tell what is her aim ? Swift. 
September 28. 
GOOSEBERRY. — Regret. 
Ye vanished hours ! 
I can but weep to count ye o’er, 
For ye were like to spring-time flowers, 
And I shall never meet ye more, 
Amid earth’s bowers ! Anon. 
