154 flora’s dial. 
November IS. 
HOUSTONIA. — Content. 
I would not woo 
The restless flash of gems, 
Mid swarthy caves, where, hid from view, 
Couch dense and sickly damps ; 
Give me moon, stars, and dew, night’s natural 
lamps; — 
Tame, keep thy diadems ! 
Calder Campbell. 
JCouembcr 19. 
HORNBEAM TREE. — Extravagance. 
Can I matchless charms recite ? 
Source of ever-springing light! 
Could I count the vernal flowers, 
Count in endless time the hours; 
Count the countless stars above, 
Count the captive hearts of love, — 
Then I’d strike the sounding string! 
Then I’d thy perfection sing. 
Savage. 
