flora’s dial. 29 
i^ebniarj) IS. 
MOSS. — Maternal Love. 
Dear Mother, of the thousand strings which waken 
The sleeping harp within the human heart, 
The longest kept in tune, though oft forsaken, 
Is that in which the Mother’s voice bears part; 
Iler still small voice bids e’en the careless ear 
To turn with deep and pure delight to hear. 
Miss E. J. Eames. 
iFcbruarn 17. 
PEA. — Respect. 
Breathe, breathe your incense, May; 
Ye flowers, your homage pay 
To one more fair and sweet; 
Ye opening rose-buds, shade 
With fragrant twine her head, — 
Ye lilies kiss her feet! 
Thompson. 
