Wood Sorrel. 
— 5anuaris 7tb — 
Through the covert of the wood, 
Hunt the sorrel creeping.— Montgomery. 
Bdtterenpi. — 8tb — Kichei. 
While the trees are leafless, 
While the fields are bare, 
Golden, glossy buttercups. 
Spring up here and there. 
Agnes Strickland, 
Periwinkle — 9tb — Sweet Remembrsneee. 
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, 
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; 
And ’tis my faith that every flower 
Enjoys the air that breathes.— Wordsworth. 
Heeds. — tOtb — Music. 
There’s music in the sighing of a reed ; 
Tucre’s music in the guying of a rill. 
Byron. 
Scotch Thistle. — IIH) — EeUUetion. 
Hurrah for the thistle I the brave Scotch thistle, 
The ever*green thistle of Scotland for me. 
Maclagan. 
Daisy. — I2tb — Cheerfulness. 
The daisy meek, frae the dewy dale. 
The wild thyme, and the primrose pale, 
Wi’ the lily frae the glassy lake. 
Of these a fragrant wreath I’ll make. 
John Finlay. 
