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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
And such is the memory of the dead. 
For the loss of whom my heart has bled 
But we hope again to meet! 
Violets! violets! buy my violets! 
Pity the orphan child! 
Come, buy them quick, and my wounds you U heal, 
God made these flowers that you might feel, 
God on kind deeds will smile. 
Violets! violets ! you’ve bought them all! 
To you my thanks are due. 
May you all, kind friends, with health be blest; 
By want and woe ne’er be distrest. 
This is my wish for you. 
GARLAND OF ROSES. 
HEBREW FABLE. 
Early one morning, a maiden went into 
a garden to gather a garland of roses. 
They stood there, mere buds, though moie 
or less opened. “ I will not pluck yon 
yet,” said the girl. “ The sun shall open 
you first, that you may be more beauti¬ 
ful, and your scent stronger.” She retm n- 
ed at noon-day, and found the loveliest 
