CHAPTER XVIII. 
EOSE—rOTE. 
How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, 
Hose ! ever wearing beauty for thy dower. 
The bridal day, the festival, the tomb. 
Thou hast thypart in each, thou stateliest flower ! 
Therefore with thy soft breath come floating by 
A thousand images of love and grief. 
Dreams, filled with tokens of mortality. 
Deep thought of all things beautiful and brief. 
Mes. Hemans. 
R. 
Ragged Robin. Wit. 
Ranunculus . You are radiant witli 
charms. 
Ranunculus, Garden You are rich in at¬ 
tractions. 
