148 flora’s dial. 
November 4. 
MUSHROOM. — Bad news. 
I -would not rudely lift the veil 
Of thy unhappy lot; 
How can I see thy cheek grow pale, 
Thy brow with anguish fraught ? 
When told that all thou holdept most dear, 
Death’s grasp hath rudely riven, — 
Oh, may it to thy view bring near 
The lasting joys of heaven! 
0. S. M. Ordway. 
November 5. 
MIMOSA.— Sensitiveness. 
Faithful and fond, with sense beyond thy years, 
Anri natural piety that leans to heaven; 
Wrung by a harsh word suddenly to tears, 
Yet patient of rebuke when justly given, -r 
Obedient, — easy to be reconciled, — 
And meekly cheerful, — such art thou, dear child! 
Mrs. Norton. 
