102 FLORA’S DIAL. 
lula 27. 
LONDON PEIDE. — Frivolity. 
You oftentimes can mark upon the street, 
The gilded toy whom fashion idolizes ; 
Heartless and fickle, swelled with self conceit, 
Avoiding alway what good sense advises. 
Who flutters like the butterfly while burns his sun, 
Nor afterwards is missed when life is done. 
W. H. C. 
Inis as. 
MOONWOKT.— Unfortunate. 
Alas! earth’s ties with her are like the wave, 
That brightly clasps the shore, 
Then breaks and seeks its grave! 
T. C. Upham. 
Sul a 22. 
YEEBENA. — Hope in Darkness. 
God is nigh, 
Ev’n then when far away he seemeth, 
When hope of freedom none appears, 
Believe so best for thee he deemeth: 
He in his time will dry thy tears. 
Sod is nigh! 
Ulrich. 
