AUGUST 10 
Patie7ice. 
Ox-Eyes .... 
You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry 
Your love’s protracted growing: 
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, 
From seeds of April’s sowing. 
You’ll look at least on love’s remains, 
A grave’s one violet; 
Your look?—that pays a thousand pains. 
What’s death? You’ll love me yet! 
JI.OBERT JrOWNING. 
f --.- AUGUST 17 . 
Oxalis - Parental affection . 
Sweet is the image of the brooding dove! 
Holy as heaven a mother’s tender love! 
The love of many prayers, and many tears, 
Which changes not with dim declining years, 
The only love which, on this teeming earth, 
Ask’s no return for passion’s wayward birth. 
JVIrs. JIorton. 
AUGUST 18 
P AL M —.- ... Victory. 
To do is to succeed—our fight 
Is waged in Heaven’s approving sight— 
The smile of God is victory. 
JVhittier. 
A General sets his army in array 
In vain, unless he fight and win the day. 
* £5ir jJ. Penham. 
