8 FLORA’S DIAL. 
lamtavg 3. 
CACTUS. — At dent Love. 
Oh therefore, lore, be of thyself so wary, 
As I, not for myself, but for thee, will, 
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary 
As tender babe her nurse, from faring ill. 
Presume not on thy heart, when mine is slain, — 
Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again. 
Shakspeare. 
Samiani 4. 
ALOE. — Grief. 
A faded flower, a broken gem, 
Are emblems mine; 
The flower hath lost its loveliness 
With its sunshine; 
The ruby stone no more is set 
On lady’s brow, 
Its beauty of unsullied light 
Is wanting now. 
Like me, no thought of former worth 
From doom will save ; 
They will be flung to earth and air, 
I, co the grave! 
Miss Landoh. 
