NOVEMBER 16 
Thrift . 
Sympathy. 
Like the sweet, melody which faintly lingers 
Upon the wind-harp’s strings at close of day, 
When gently touched by evening’s dewy fingers, 
It breathes a low and melancholy lay, 
So the calm voice of sympathy me seemeth; 
And while its magic spell is round me cast, 
My spirit in its cloistered silence dreameth, 
And vaguely blends the future with the past. 
JvIrs. JSmbury. 
NOVEMBER 17 
Thyme 
Activity. 
Never change thy mind, 
If aught obstructs thy course, yet stand not still 
But wind about till thou hast top’d the hill. 
Penham. 
Run, if you like, but try to keep your breath; 
Work like a man, but don’t be worked to death. 
p. y/. JIolmes. 
NOVEMBER 18 
Tiger Flower . Pride befriend me. 
Spite of all the fools that pride has made, 
’Tis not on man a useless burthen laid; 
Pride has ennobled some, and some disgraced; 
It hurts not in itself, but as ’tis placed; 
When right, its views know none but virtue’s bound; 
When wrong, it scarcely looks one inch around. 
jSTILL.INGFI.EET. 
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