AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
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That stood the storm when waves were rough, 
Yet in a sunny hour fall off 
Like ships, that have gone down at sea, 
When heaven was all tranquillity! 
A something, light as air — a look, 
A word unkind or wrongly taken — 
Oh ! love, that tempests never shook, 
A breath, a touch, like this hath shaken. 
Moore. 
The last link is broken, 
That bound me to thee; — 
The words thou hast spoken 
Have rendered me free! 
Bayley. 
DISGUISE. 
COMMON STRAMONIUM. 
This plant is of a very dangerous nature, though it clothes it¬ 
self with an elegant indented foliage, and garnishes its branches 
with corollas of a graceful and negligent shape so purely white 
that it lulls suspicion of its true character to rest. Its charms 
only allure, that its powerful narcotic poison may more easily 
destroy. Several instances of its baneful effects upon persons 
who have endeavoured to chew it are on record. Only a few 
years back, a child who had amused herself with this poisonous 
plant, was so affected as to be in the greatest danger, from 
which she was rescued only by the prompt assistance of a med¬ 
ical practitioner. 
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