Glory, like time, progression does require; 
When it does cease t’ advance, it does expire. 
J-.ORD PrRERY. 
What is glory ? What is fame ? 
The echo of a long-lost name; 
A breath, an idle hour’s brief talk. 
JdOTHERWELL. 
JUNE 23 
Laurestinus . I die if neglected. 
Fair tree of winter! fresh and flowering, 
When all around is dead and dry; 
Whose ruby buds, though storms are lowering, 
Spread their white blossoms to the sky. 
Green are thy leaves, more purely green, 
Through every changing period seen 5 
And when the gaudy months are past, 
The loveliest season is the last. 
^NON. 
