THE BOUQUET. 
NEVER man sighed truer breath. 
SHAKSPEARE. 
Nor a lover before thee has knelt, 
Feeling one half of the love I have felt. 
T. H. Bayey. 

STRANGE! that one lightly whispered tone 
Is far, far sweeter unto me, 
Than all the sounds that kiss the earth, 
Or breathe along the sea; 
But, lady, when thy voice I greet, 
Not heavenly music seems so sweet. 
O. W. Hotmss. 


BALM, 
MELISSA OFFICINALIS. 
Sympathy. 
Is there who mocks at sacred sympathy, 
And owns a bosom from her dictates free? 
Who never longed to press unto his heart, 
At the first glance, a friend, and never part? 
Who the soft influence of a smile denies, 
And the more melting power of tearful eyes? 



