Mou. 
— i^ctober 2\et — 
Maternal Love. < 
There is a fresh and lovely sight, 
A beauteous heap, a hill of moss. 
Just half a foot in height 
All lovely colours there you see. 
Wordsworth, 
Linden-Tree. — 22n& — Coi^Jugal Love. 
Here’s a song for thee—of the linden-tree ! 
A song of the silken lime ! 
There is no other tree so pleaseth me. 
No other so fit for rhyme. 
Chertnnt-Tree. — 23rl» — Do me Jtutlce. 
The chestnut flowers 
By thousands have burst from the forest bowers. 
Mrs. hemans. 
Cora. — 24tb — Elchee, 
Fall gently and still good com. 
Lie warm in thy earthy bed ; 
And stand so yellow some mom. 
For beast and man must be fed. 
Thomas Carlyle. 
_ JI am Sensible of your 
yiMt — 25tb I Kindness. 
How sweetly blooms 
Upon the slopes the azure-blossomed flax. 
Carrington. 
Hlf btlnKale-Flower. — 26tb — 
Fair flower of silent night! 
Unto thy bard an emblem thou shouldst be : 
His fount of song in hours of garish light 
Is closed, like thee.— B. Barton. 
