moitt 31 
How can the glintin sun shine bright ? 
How can the wimplin burnie glide? 
Or flowers adorn the ingle side ? 
Or birdies deign 
The woods, and streams, and vales to chide ? 
Eliza’s gane! 
J. W H. 
If she be gone, the world, in my esteem, 
Is all bare walls; nothing remains in it 
But dust and feathers. 
John Crown. 
Thus absence dies, and dying proves 
No absence can subsist with loves 
That do partake of fair perfection; 
Since, in the darkest night, they may, 
By love’s quick motion, find a way 
To see each other in reflection. 
Suckling. 
Violet. ...Modest Worth. 
The Violet has always been a favourite theme of ad¬ 
miration among visitors of Parnassus. Its quiet beauty 
and love of retired spots have ever made it the emblem 
of true worth that shrinks from parade. It is one of 
the first children of spring, and awakens pleasing emo¬ 
tions in the breast of the lover of the beautiful, as he 
strolls through the meadows in the season of joy. Ion, 
the Greek name of this flower, is traced by some ety¬ 
mologists to la, the daughter of Midas, who was be- 
