TEXT-BOOK OP FLOWERS, 
Art, Acanthus. 
Thy sculptured leaves enrich the tall 
And slight Corinthian capital 4 
Though humble, growing at our feet. 
Of classic art the emblem meet. 
Architecture, Candy Tuft. 
Story on story tkv flow’rets rise. 
Column and fretwork, all in a span; 
Built by an Architect great and wise ; 
Imitate this, if thou canst, oh man! 
The crimson tlush of ardour seems to stain 
The berried club the spotted Arum rears. 
“ But three days since,” said Cato, “wasthis Fig 
Gathered at Carthage ; see how near to us 
We have a mortal foe.” The argument 
Sufficed the senate, and straightway declared 
Was the third Punic war. 
Oh, sweet Clematis, “ trailing arily,” 
If artifice must be compared to thee, 
’Tis surely like thy fragrance, pure, refined. 
For nought but mirth each pleasantry designed. 
Ardour, 
Cuckoo Pint. 
Argument, 
Artifice, 
Virgin’s Bower. 
