JUNE 6 
Ipomopsis ..~-~-. Suspense. 
O that man, might know 
The end of this day’s business, ere it come ! 
But it sufficeth that the day will end, 
And then the end is known. 
(Shakespeare. 
I’m on the rock; 
For sure the greatest evil man can know, 
Bears no proportion to this dread suspense. 
^ROWDE. 
. JUNE 7 .. 
Imperial Montagne . Power. 
My good blade carves the casques of men, 
My tough lance thrusteth sure, 
My strength is as the strength of ten, 
Because my heart is pure. 
Jennyson. 
The star of the unconquered will, 
He rises in my breast, 
Serene, and resolute, and still, 
And calm, and self-possessed. 
JjONGFELLOW. 
JUNE 8 -.-. 
Ipomcea (Indian Jasmine) 
Attachment 
’Tis an attraction from all sense refined; 
The good can only know it; ’tis not blind 
As love is unto baseness; its desire 
Is but with hands entwin’d to lift our being higher. 
J^ERCIVAL. 
