
HOLLYHOCK. 
Forget me not! for I am lonely, - 
And stranded on Life’s desert shore ; 
Forget me not !—I ask that only— 
For now our paths may meet no more. 
Could I but think you don’t forget, | 
- Though all my hopes of life should perish, 
Pd pass them by without regret, 
So that ¢hat thought I still might cherish. 
Forget me not! ’tis all I ask, 
And though thy hand may be another’s, 
Pll wear upon my face a mask : 
Of smiles to hide the grief it covers. 
Let, then, these withered flowers recall 
Hach broken link of Memory’s chain ; 
And from the Past’s dim haunted hall 
Those happy hours bring back again. 
Forget me not ! mine only love— 
Ah! would indeed that you were mine! 
Forget me not! my long-lost dove, 
In dreams my heart will beat next thine ! 


HOLLYHOCK. 
(Ambition.) 
‘The fallen hollyhock.”—Heprngzer Eviior. 
HE emblem of that crime by which Wolsey tells us 
the angels fell is the tall and stately Hollyhock. 
A few years ago it was often designated the ‘garden 


