ORANGE FLOWERS.— Bridal Festivity. 
Bind the white orange flowers in her hair; 
Soft be their shadow, soft and somewhat pale, 
For they are omens. Many anxious years 
Axe on the wreath that bends the bridal veil. 
The maiden leaves her childhood and her home, 
All that the past has known of happy hours, 
Perhaps her happiest ones—well may there be 
A faint, wan color, in those orange flowers. 
For they are pale as hope, and hope is pale 
With earnest watching over future years, 
With all the promise of their loveliness, 
The bride and morning bathe their wreath in tears. 
L. E. Landon. 
“ I clasped the string of costly pearls, 
The gifts of courtship’s hours; 
I placed upon her shining curls 
The wreath of orange flowers. 
O’er her sweet face I flung the veil, 
Yet drew it half aside, 
That thy triumphant gaze might hail 
The beauty of thy bride.” 
PHEASANT’S EYE, OR FLOS ADONIS. 
Ay, do not fear 
Thou’lt be remembered long, 
The canker-worm of the heart 
Is ne’er forgotten. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
COWSLIP.— Attractive Grace. 
I would bring to thee a cowslip, 
My beautiful, my own, 
Such a fair and modest flower 
Is like to thee alone. 
L. H. 
