LANGUAGE OF FLOWEES. 
She saw in curious order set 
. The fairest flowers of Eastern land— , 
‘He loved them once—may touch them yet, 
If offered by Zulieka’s hand.’ 
The childish thought was hardly breathed 
Before the rose was plucked and wreathed; 
The next fond moment saw hpr seat 
Her fairy form at Selim’s feet: 
This rose, to calm my brother’s cares, 
A message from the Bulbul bears ; 
It says to-night he will prolong. 
For Selim’s ear the sweetest song; 
And though his note is somewhat sad. 
He’ll try for once a sti-ain more glad, 
AVith some faint hope his altered lay, 
May sing these gloomy thoughts away.’ 
He lived—he breathed—he moved—he felt 
He raised the maid from where she knelt; 
His trance was gone—his keen eye shone 
AVith thoughts that long in darkness dwelt ; 
AVith thoughts that burn—in rays that melt.” 
Byeon. 
Let us present our readers with another picture, 
somewhat similar to the first, only that the grief 
is here deeper and more irremediable :— 
“She lived on alms, and carried in her hand 
Some withered stalks she gathered in the spring; 
