ILLUSTRATION OF THE PLATE. 
Fringed Pink. 
Disdain. 
Away ! I seek no smile of thine j 
Within those shining eyes, 
The trifler’s soul, revealed to mine, 
Doth wear no vain disguise. 
Thy words are weighed with costly art, 
They come not wit lly free — 
Oh! never hath my spirit part 
With oue I deem like thee. 
