CHAPTEE II. 
BEAMBLE—LOWLINESS. 
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows, 
Wild Bramble of the brake— 
So put thou forth thy small white rose, 
I love it for his sake. 
Though woodbines flower and roses glow 
O’er all the fragrant bowers, 
Thou need’st not be ashamed to show 
Thy satin-threaded flowers. 
Ebenezee Elliott. 
B. 
Bachelor’s Buttons ... Celibacy. 
Balm . Sympathy. 
