110 FLORALS DIAL. 
August 14. • 
THRIFT. — Sympathy for the fallen. 
Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely plucked, soon 
faded, 
Plucked in the bud, and faded in the spring! 
Bright orient pearl! alack ! too early shaded! 
Pair creature killed too soon by death’s sharp 
sting! 
Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, 
And falls, through wind, before the fall should be. 
Shakspeare. 
August 15. 
THROATWOKT. — Neglected beauty. 
Alone ! alone! how drear it is always to be alone !• 
In such a depth of wilderness, the only thinking 
one! 
The waters in their path rejoice, the trees together 
sleep— 
But I have not one silver voice upon my ear to 
creep ! Willis. 
August 16. 
BUTT EE FLY ORCHIS. — Domestic Quiet, 
How I could love 
Some peaceful spot where we might dwell unknown, 
Where homebom joys might nestle round our hearts 
As swallows round our roofs, — an<J blend their 
sweets, 
Like dewy-tangled flowrets in one bed. Pestus. 
