JANUARY 21 
.. Let me heal thy grief. 
Tho’ dark the night, ’tis not for ever; 
A day-beam comes, in mercy given— 
Before its ray the storm-clouds sever, 
The wandering soul hath rest in heaven. 
jJames JS. ^ylwaed, 
JANUARY 22 
Ash Tree — 
Grandeur. 
What is grandeur? Not the sheen 
Of silken robes; no, nor the mien 
And haughty eye 
Of old nobility— 
The foolish that is not, but has been. 
The noblest trophies of mankind 
Are the conquests of the mind. 
/Sir. ft. JIunt. 
JANUARY 23 
Aspen 
Excessive sensibility. 
Feeling hearts—touch them but lightly—pour 
A thousand melodies unheard before. 
JIogers. 
There feeling is diffus’d through every part, 
Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart; 
And those gen’rous souls each tear would keep 
From other’s eyes, are born themselves to weep, 
JIannah JvIore. 
