AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
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ascending toward heaven. This scene produced the following 
lines from the inspired poet’s pen: — 
Mais quelle est cette fleur que son instinct pieux 
Sur 1 aile du zephyr amene dans ces lieux? 
Quoi! tu quittes le temple ou vivent tes racines, 
Sensible girofiee, amante des mines, 
Et ton tribut fidele accompagne nos rois? 
Ah! poisque la terreur a courbe sous ses lois 
Du lis infortune la tige souveraine, 
Que nos jardins en deuil te choisissent pour reine; 
Triomphe sans rivale, et que ta sainte fleur 
Croisse pour le tombeau, le trone, et le malheur. 
There is a mystic thread of life, 
So dearly wreathed with mine alone, 
That Destiny’s relentless knife 
At once must sever both or none ! 
Byron. 
Oh! what was love made for, if’t is not the same, 
Through joy and through sorrow — through glory and shame ? 
Moore. 
FANCY’S FIRE. 
NIGHT-MOWING CEREUS. 
This stately flower is found in different parts of South 
America, and in some of the West India islands. It expands 
a most beautiful corolla of nearly a foot in diameter. The in¬ 
side of the calyx is a splendid yellow or bright sulphur colour; 
the petals of the purest white; but viewing it in front, so as to 
