126 flora’s dial. 
September IS. 
BUTTERCUP. — Ingratitude. 
Behold, false maid, yon hornbd light, 
Which in heaven’s arch doth range, 
And view thj^self a part of it, — 
Yet she hut once a month does change. 
The raging sea, the uncertain air, 
Or, what does yet more change admit, 
Of variations emblems are ; 
When thou, and only thou, art it. Cotton. 
September 19. 
CABBAGE. — Self-willed. 
Oh! she’s really a charming woman, — 
But have you observed, by-the-by, 
A something that’s rather uncommon, 
In the flash of her very bright eye ? 
It may be a fancy of mine, 
(Though her voice has a rather sharp tone,) 
But I’m told that these charming women 
Are apt to have wills of their own! 
Mas. P. Blackwood. 
