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FLOWER EMBLEMS. 
What art thou like? A dormouse, sleek and warm, 
A primrose cluster, or a fairy charm? 
Yes ! thou ’rt a charm,—a most mysterious spell;— 
Birds, bees, and flowers, can just as ably tell 
Why sunshine, scent, and streams their pleasure be, 
As thy young mother, why she dotes on thee 
With such unmeasured, fond intensity! 
I cannot look on thee, but springing thought 
Perfumes the air with blossoms fancy-fraught: 
I cannot think on thee, but life seems bright 
With gushing sunbeams, ever .new delight! 
Thou darling simpleton, thy vacant eye 
As yet to my long gaze makes no reply; 
Breathing and crying are thy only speech, 
But oh, for me, what eloquence hath each! 
Sounds of my first-born,—'how my heart they thrill. 
Like the sweet babblings of a hidden rill; 
A well of future blessedness art thou, 
My morning-star, my crown of gladness now. 
Mrs. Richardson. 
HEY I first saw the little one, who is now 
vividly present to my mind, she was closely 
nestled in her pillow, and I hardly caught a 
glimpse of the features on which daylight had 
shone only for three weeks. From time to 
time, I was told of her singular loveliness, but she had numbered five 
months before I was able to repeat my visit. Yever shall I forget 
the feelings that arose as I gazed upon that child. The aspect of 
perfect health, combined with strength and sprightliness even beyond 
her age, seemed fully to justify the sanguine anticipations of a devoted 
mother, that she should successfully rear the babe : but every look that 
