FLOBA’S DIAL. 11 
Samtarji 0. 
LAVENDER. — Distrust. 
When first, with all a lover’s pride, 
1 woo’d and won thee for my bride, 
I little thought that thou could’st he 
Estranged as now thou art from me! 
That love so true and so intense, 
As that within my bosom glowed, 
Should meet with cold indifference! 
And I along life’s weary road, 
By her whom I was proud to call mine own, 
Be left to journey on, uncared for, and alone! 
Anon. 
Satroarn 10. 
DEAD LEAVES. — My love has ended. 
And this is woman’s fate! 
AH her affections are called into life 
By winning flatteries, and then thrown back 
Epon themselves to perish; and her heart, 
Her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, 
Is left to bleed or break! 
Miss Land on. 
