Apple. — ©ctobcr 27tb — TempUtioa. " 
Here’s to thee, old apple-tree, 
Whence thou may’st bud and whence thou may’st 
blow, 
And whence thou may’st bear apples enou. 
Old Toast. 
Com. — 28tb — Riehei. 
O GOLDEN fields of binding com, 
How beautiful they seem. 
Maiy Howitt. 
Pine. — 2dtb — Piety. 
Green pine, unchanging as the days go by, 
Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky 
My shelter all winds, my own strong pine. 
Augusta Webster. 
Ivy. — 30tb — PideUty. 
Ivy we twine of changeless green. 
Constant for ever in leaf and bough. 
L. E. L. 
Nettle — 3lSt — Ton are SpitefuL 
Tender-handed touch a nettle 
And it stings you for your pains. 
Grasp it like a man of mettle 
And it soft as silk remains .—Aaron Hill. 
Almond. — 'November tst — Hope. 
The hope, in dreams of a happier hour. 
That alights ujxjn misery’s brow. 
Springs out of the silvery almond-flowers 
That blooms on a leafless bough.— Moore. 
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