150 flora’s dial. 
November 8. 
LUPINE. — Dejection. 
Pare thee well! thus disunited, 
Tom from every nearer tie, 
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted, 
More than this, I scarce can die. Byeok. 
Jfotjcmber 0. 
LOTUS-FLOWER,. — Estrangement. 
’T is otherwise decreed, and I submit! 
Alone I guide my bark adown the stream; 
Dark is the voyage, around the night-birds flit, 
The waves are tinged by no sweet-smiling beam. 
And now I breathe the parting word —Farewell! 
And now, the cords which fondly bind, I sever! 
Break from the scenes I once had loved so well, — 
And tear thine image from my heart forever! 
J. W. H. 
November 10. 
LOTUS. — Mere Display. 
All is glittering show, 
Like the sunny gleam 
That December’s beam 
Can fling o’er icy snow. Anon. 
