Bom. 
Lore. 
— Hufluat 28tb — 
Whose virgin blush of chastening dye 
Enchants so much our mortal eye. 
Anacreon. 
Heath. - 2«tb — SoUtade. 
The heather waves its purple bell 
O’er moor and mountain crest, 
And braes with broom are drest. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
Daisy, Wild. — 30tb — I will thinh of it. 
The flowers that kiss the wimplin’ bum, 
And dew-clad gowans on the lea. 
The water-lily on the lake. 
Are but sweet emblems a’ of thee.— R. Allan. 
fcotch Thistle. —3l0t— Betallation. 
'Ti-^ the flower the proud eagle greets in its flight, 
When he shadows the stars with the wings of his might; 
'Tis the flower that laughs at the storm as it blows, 
For the stronger the tempest the greener it grows 
A. Maclagan. 
Golden-Bod. — September let PrecautioB. 
Tn K windflower and the violet, they peri.sh^ long ago, 
.•\nd the briar-rose and the orchis died amid the sum¬ 
mer’s glow, 
But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the 
wood, 
And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn 
beauty stood.— Bryant. 
Beso. — 2nb — I-OTO. 
I GIVE to thee the autumn rose, 
Let it say how dear thou art- 
Chrisiine Parr. 
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