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YOUNG GIRL. 
ROSE BUD. 
Wuo can say whether the white rose, or the 
red, the budding, or the full blown, has been 
most celebrated? Oft, indeed, have all been 
sung; and the rose bud, from its grace, and 
gradually maturing beauty, has not been in- 
appropriately made emblematical of a young 
girl. 
The gentle budding rose, quoth she, behold, 
That first scant peeping forth with morning beams, 
Half ope, half shut, her beauties doth unfold, 
In its fair leaves, and less seen, fairer seems ; 
And after spreads them forth, more fair and bold. 
FAIRFAX. 
Alas! “all that’s bright must fade!” How 
true a picture of human life, and of the growth 
and decay of human beauty, is exhibited in the 
following lines by Jeremy Taylor.—‘‘ But so 
T have seen a rose newly springing from the 
clefts of its hood; and, at first it was fair as the 
morning, and full with the dew of Heaven, as 
a lamb’s fleece; but when a rude breath had 
forced open its modesty, and dismantled its 
youthful retirement, it began to put on darkness, 

