60 FLORA’S DIAL. 
Qtpril 2. 
RUSII. — Quietness. 
In that stillness * 
Which most becomes a woman, calm and holy, 
Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart, 
Feeding its flame. The element of fire 
Is pure. It cannot change nor hide its nature, 
But bum3 as brightly in a Gypsy camp, 
As in a palace hall. * * 
But if thou lorest, — mark me! I say lovest, 
The greatest of thy sex excels thee not! 
The world of the affections is thy world. 
Longfellow. 
ftpril a. 
MEADOW SAFFRON. — My happy days are past. 
Go, thou -vision, wildly gleaming, 
Softly on my soul that fell; 
Go! for me no longer beaming, — 
Hope and pleasure, fare thee well'. 
Wolfe. 
