70 flora’s dial. 
ittan 15. 
SWEET-WILLIAM. — Treachery. 
Oh! take hack all, — I cannot bear 
These proofs of love, — they seem to mock it; 
There, false one, take your lock of hair! 
Nay, do not ask me for the locket! 
Insidious girl! that wily tear 
Is useless, now that all is ended; 
There is thy curlnay, do not sneer ; — 
The locket’s — somewhere being mended! 
Anon. 
* itlaj] 1G. 
SYRINGA. — Remember me. 
I ’ll na’ forget thee! In my heart, 
Na ither one shall ha’ a part, 
Nor shall the wiles o’ maiden art 
Mak me forget; 
And though we live lang miles apart, 
I ’ll lo’e thee yet! 
And think o’ him wha’s gane awa’, 
When looking on the evenin’ star, 
Or on the moon’s bright siller car, 
And when ye pray, 
Pray for the lad that’s distant far, 
Par, far awa’! .1. W. H. 
