flora’s dial 
&pril 28 . 
YELLOW VIOLET. — Rare Worth. 
A maid whom there are none to praise, 
And very few to love. 
A violet hy a, mossy stone, 
Half hidden from the eye! 
Tair as a star, when only one 
Is shining in the sky. Wordsworth. 
&pril 29. 
WORMWOOD. — Absence. 
How can the glintin sun shine bright ? 
How can the wimplin burnie glide ? 
Or flowers adorn the ingle side 1 
Or birdies deign 
The woods, and streams, and vales to chide ? 
Eliza’s gane'. 
I ’m lanely now without ye, dearie! 
And oft my een are wet, and tearie ; — 
I cannot mak mysel feel cheerie, 
I try in vain, — 
I’m sick, and lane, and sad, and wearie, 
Eliza’s gane! J. W. H. 
