SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 
DRAGON PLANT.— The Betrayer. 
“ Trust not thine own unaided strength 
To shield thee from his power.” 
Be sure 
You credit anything the sun gives light to, 
Before a man. Bather believe the sea 
Weeps for the ruined merchant when he roars, 
Rather the wind courts but the swelling sails 
When the strong cordage cracks. 
Rather the sun 
Comes hut to kiss the fruit in wealthy Autumn, 
When all falls blasted. If you needs must love, 
Forced by ill fate, take to your maiden bosoms 
Two dead, cold aspics, and of them make lovers. 
They cannot flatter nor forswear; one kiss 
Makes a long peace for all. 
Beaumont and Fletcher. 
JOY. —Enduring Friendship. 
It will wait, 
Yea, pause for years before it dares to creep 
To the embraces of the lonely tower, 
Or storied pillar, but once twining there 
It clings for ever, with its rich green wreath 
Smiling against a sullen sky. 
L.H. 
POPPY.—Oblivion. 
Come, press my lips and lie with me 
Beneath the lonely alder-tree, 
And we will dream a pleasant sleep. 
And not a care shall dare intrude 
Upon the marble solitude 
So peaceful and so deep. 
H. K. White. 
