130 FLORA’S DIAL. 
September 26. 
DOCK.— Shrewdness. 
Oh! she is a shrewd one! as keen as a briar! m 
Though her lip pouts with love, it can curl with 
disdain ! 
An d her eye, now so soft, can shoot quivering fire, 
Ah! she’s a shrewd one. * * J. ~W. H. 
September 27. 
DANDELION. — Coquetry. 
Clouds turn with every wind about; 
They keep us in suspense and doubt; 
Yet oft perverse like woman-kind, 
Are seen to scud against the wind; 
Is not this lady just the same ? 
Eor who can tell what is her aim ? Swift. 
September 28. 
GOOSEBERRY. — Regret. 
Ye vanished hours! 
I can but weep to count ye o’er, 
Eor ye were like to spring-time flowers, 
And I shall never meet ye more, 
Amid earth’s bowers'. Anon. 
