AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
But all the golden goblet has wrought, 
Is not of the evil kind; 
It has helped the creature of mighty thought, 
And quickened the godlike mind. 
Eliza Cook. 
I WILL NOT TROUBLE YOU. 
A ROSELEAF. 
There was an academy at Amadan, whose statutes were 
couched in these terms: “ The academicians think much, write 
little, and talk less!” Dr. Zeb, celebrated all over the East, 
being informed of a vacancy in that academy, hastened to ob¬ 
tain it, but unfortunately arrived too late. The academy was 
in despair; it had just granted to power that which belonged to 
merit alone. The president, not knowing how to express a re¬ 
fusal which reflected so much discredit on the assembly, com¬ 
manded a cup to be brought, which he so exactly filled with 
water, that one more drop would have caused it to overflow. 
The learned candidate understood by this emblem that there 
was no place in the academy for him. He was retiring in dis¬ 
appointment, when he perceived a roseleaf at his feet. At this 
sight hope revived; he took the roseleaf and placed it so gently 
upon the water which filled the cup, that not a single drop was 
lost. At this ingenious feat every one clapped his hands, and 
the doctor was received by acclamation among the members of 
the silent academy. 
You say your heart is now so full 
Of trouble and of wo, 
