The Honeysuckle sometimes attaches its pliant branches to 
the knotted trunk of an ancient oak, and amid the rugged 
branches of that lordly tree, 
The woodbines mix, in amorous plaj 
And breathe their fragrant lives away 
It was said, that this feeble tree, thus shooting into the air, would 
overtop the king of the forest; hut, as if its efforts were una¬ 
vailing, it soon recoiled, and, with graceful negligence, adorned 
its friendly supporter, with elegant, festoons and perfumed 
garlands. 
Fragile but sweet is the woodbine wild, 
Clinging wherever its beauty may rest, 
Fair as the woodbine, as trusting and mild, 
Oh! be thy home upon Love’s fond breast! 
BEAUTY. 
ROSE. 
Rose ! thou art the sweetest flower, 
That ever drank the amber shower ; 
Rose! thou art the fondest child 
Of dimpled spring, the wood-nymph wild! 
Moore’s Anacreon. 
This beautiful flower, and universal favourite of nature, has 
never been described in language.adequate to convey an idea 
