

FLORAL POESY. 
EVENING PRIMROSE. 
(Silent Love.) 
** Love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers.”—Mrs. Hermans, 
HE evening primrose is dedicated by Roman Cath- 
olics to St. Klizabeth, Queen of Portugal. It has 
not elicited so many poetical addresses as its sister of 
the day, yet has not been quite overlooked. Keats 
mused thus on 
‘* A tuft of evening primroses, 
O’er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; 
O’er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, 
But that ’tis ever startled by the leap 
Of buds into ripe flowers.” 
THE EVENING PRIMROSE. 
LANGHORNE. 
THERE are that love the shades of life, 
And shun the splendid walks of fame ; 
There are that hold it rueful strife 
To risk Ambition’s losing game ; 
That far from envy’s lurid eye 
The fairest fruits of genius rear, 
Content to see them bloom and die 
In friendship’s small but kindly sphere. 

