Beech Tree 
I know a walk were beeches grow— 
Where feathered songsters fill the air 
With music sweet, and flowers blow 
Blooming and fair. 
And there I’ve oft with pleasure wooed 
The muses nine in solitude. 
Tred. yj , Webber. 
Bee Orchis 
FEBRUARY 4 
Industry. 
Tell me not in mournful numbers, 
“ Life is but an empty dream ! ” 
For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
And things are not what they seem. 
Life is real! Life is earnest! 
And the grave is not its goal; 
“ Dust thou art to dust return est, ” 
Was not spoken of the soul. 
JjONGFELLOW. 
FEBRUARY 5 ....... 
Bittersweet; Nightshade . Truth . 
Across the threshold led, 
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, 
His house she enters, there to be a light 
Shining within, when all without is night; 
A guardian angel o’er his life presiding, 
Doubling his pleasure, and his cares dividing. 
ftOGERS. 
Thou wast my nurse in sickness, and my comforter in health 
So gentle and so constant, when our love was all our wealth 
/.LBERT J>ike 
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