FLORA’S DIAL. 127 
September 20. 
CHINA PINK. — Aversion. 
As a low trailing Tine, 
Hath round a young tree twined, 
And with its slender tendrils, 
Sought the proud tree to hind, — 
Till the wild tempest came, 
And tore it from its side, 
And all along the earth 
It darkly, sadly died, — 
So the winds of scorn and pride, 
Have swept my heart from thine, 
And though I die without thee, 
Thou never shalt he mine! J. W. H. 
Srptrmbcr 21. 
CORN. — Quarrel. 
I will not ask thee to return 
Each gage d'amour or lover’s token, 
Which I had given thee, before 
The links between us had been broken. 
They were not much, — but oh, that brooch! 
If for my sake thou ’st deigned to save it, 
For that at least I must encroach; 
It was n’t mine, although I gave it! Anon. 
