CHAPTER IL 
BRAMBLE—LOWLINESS. 
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows, 
Wild Bramble of the brake— 
So put thou forth thy small white rose, 
I love it for his sake. 
Though woodbines flower and roses glow 
O’er all the fragrant bowers, 
• Thou need’st not be ashamed to show 
Thy satin-threaded flowers. 
Ebenezer Elliott. 
B. 
Bachelor’s Buttons 
Balm . 
Balm, Gentle . 
Balm of Gilead . 
Balsam, Red ... 
Balsam, Yellow ... ... 
Celibacy. 
Sympathy. 
Pleasantry. 
Cure. Relief. 
Touch me not. Impatient 
resolves. 
Impatience. 
