52 ^afotijortt. 
Though human, thou didst not deceive me; 
Though woman, thou didst not forsake; 
Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me; 
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake; 
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me; 
Though parted, it was not to fly; 
Though watchful, ’twas not to defame me; 
Nor, mute, that the world might belie. 
Byron. 
Yes, love! my breast, at sorrow’s call, 
Shall tremble like thine own; 
If from those eyes the tear-drops fall, 
They shall not fall alone. 
Our souls, like heaven’s aerial bow, 
Blend every light within their glow, 
Of joy or sorrow known ; 
And grief, divided with thy heart, 
Were sweeter far than joy apart. 
Anon. 
Hawthorn. .. .Hope. 
Various significations have been given to the Haw¬ 
thorn. Among the Turks, a branch of it expresses the 
wish of a lover to receive a kiss from the object of his 
affection. Among the ancient Greeks, the Hawthorn 
was a symbol of conjugal union; its blossomed boughs 
were carried about at their wedding festivities, and the 
newly-married couple were even lighted to their bridal 
chamber with torches made of its wood. In England, 
the Hawthorn is used in the sports of May-days, 
and is, therefore, frequently called May. There is a 
