ILLUSTRATION OF THE PLATE. 
Colored Geranium. 
Console yourself, we shall meet again. 
We meet again — there is no power 
To blot the joy of this glad hour $ 
But oft as on her welcome wings, 
The hush of happy e’entide brings 
The mellow notes that tune the brake, 
The glow that smooths the burnished lake — 
ill memory bring — oh ! not in vain — 
This sweet farewell — we meet again ! 
We meet again —those locks that flow 
O’er the broad dreamy brow below — 
The glory of that chastened eye—• 
Those love-wreathed lips —this heartfelt shrh — 
The tokens of this hour of bliss — 
Our melting hearts — this sacred kiss — 
Swear for me that I will not stain 
This pure farewell — we meet again. 
George Lunt. 
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