Field Howeri. — ^anuarie 3l0t — 
Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, ’tis true, 
Yet, wildlings of nature, I dote upon you, 
For ye waft me to summers of ola.— Campbell. 
Wild Thyme. — ^ebruarig l0t — Activity. 
I KNOW a bank whereon the wild thyme blows. 
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. 
Shakespeare. 
Thiftle. — 2n& — Betaliatlon. 
The greenest, the sweetest, the fairest of flowers 
Is the thistle—the thistle of Scotland for me. 
K. L. Malone. 
Poor Robin. — 3tb — CompenMtion. 
Poor Robin yet is flowerless ; but how gay 
With his red stalks upon this sunny day ; 
And as his tufts of leaves he spreads, content 
With a hard bed and scanty nourishment. 
Wordsworth. 
Ivy. 
mix. 
— 4tb — Friendship, FldeUty. 
But the stout old ivy shall never fade 
From its hale and hearty green. 
C. Dickens. 
— 5tb — Humility. 
Ulix ! that dost crown with gold 
All the wild and breezy heath. 
Forming many a gorgeous wreath, 
Fragrant with thy odorous breatll. 
