FLOWERS BY TILE' IX) E TS. 
THE FORGET-ME-NOT—A LEGEND: 
Two lovers,, strolling forth one Sabbath e’en, 
Sought the cool river-side^ and smiled and talked! 
As lovers do; 
When r 'suddenly, upon a ledge of rock 
O’erhanging them, the bright-eyed lady spied: 
A floweret blue- 
“ Oh, lovely flower !” r twas thus! Lucille exclaimed?-* 
“ Tinted wi^b ‘heaven’s ow-n. peculiar hue,’ 
How sweetly fair 1 
What cai. it be ? Could it be gained with, ease; 
I’d dearfy love to-twine h sprig of it 
Within my hair. ’ ’ 
“ It shall be thine,” the daring lover cried, 
And, ere she could prevent the deed,, he sprang; 
Upon the ,ledge - r 
'Selecting some for the pale, trembling; maid, 
Who watched with fear that swaying shelf above 
The water's.edge, 
* Alas-.!” she cried, “ Fve periTedhis dear, life- 
To gratify my fancy for a flower, 
' , Alas ! I have.” 
Jn vain he .strove to safely overleap 
What destiny before him placed, that day , 
A glassy grave- 
