EVENING PRIMROSE.

I am more faithful than thou.

He placed within my fair, small hand,
A thistle; it was bursting forth
In all its roseate beauty, and,
In token of his love, he bade
Me ne'er forget the giver.' I

Twined a wreath of the myrtle-bough,
And placing blue-bells ever and
Anon in that ring of hope, I

Set it on his brow, and pledged my
Constant love. Sweet peas around our
Pathway sprung, and cast their fragrance
O'er us. Unwelcome was the tale

They told, for they parted us; and,
Bidding me a fond adieu, he

Then departed. Months rolled on, and
Many were the vows of love, true,
Constant love, which by his hand were
Traced, and by his lips were breathed.
With love like woman's, I confided
All my fond, trusting heart to him;
But, alas! the love which he had
With the bay-leaf pledged, in all its
Deep endurance, now blended with
The larkspur's flush, and whispered
Sadder tales, for he proved false.

THE LILY.

PERCIVAL.

I had found out a sweet green spot Where a lily was blooming fair;

The din of the city disturbed it not;

But the spirit that shades the quiet cot With its wings of love was there.

I found that lily's bloom
When the day was dark and chill;
It smiled like a star in a misty gloom,
And it sent abroad a sweet perfume,
Which is floating around me still.

I sat by the lily's bell,

And watched it many a day;

The leaves, that rose in a flowing swell, Grew faint and dim, then drooped and fell, And the flower had flown away.

I looked when the leaves were laid In withering paleness by;

And, as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said, There's many a sweet and bɔoming maid, Who will soon as dimly die.

THE AMARANTH.

The ancients associated the AMARANTH with their greatest honors, and adorned the brows of their gods with it.

It is one of the latest flowers of Autumn, and retains after it is dead its rich deep scarlet. Milton, in describing the court of heaven, tells us that angels

With solemn adoration down they cast

Their crowns, inwove with amaranth and gold;
Immortal amaranth, a flower which once

In Paradise, fast by the tree of life,

Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence

To heaven removed, where it first grew, there

grows,

And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life,

And where the river of bliss through midst of

heaven

Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her anıber stream,

With those that never fade.

Its flowers of crimsom hue bedropped with
Thousand sparkling gems.'

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue. The only lasting treasure truth.'

THE MEZEREON.

ANON.

'Thou hast thy wish; all love to see
Thy simple bloom, Mezereon tree!
The thrush its sweetest minstrelsy
Is pouring forth to welcome thee;
Thy store of sweets, the early bee
Hath sought with ready industry;
And prizing much thy beauty, we
Are come to greet thee joyously.

Long shalt thou hold thy gentle sway:
For when thy wreaths must fade away
Beneath the summer's scorching ray,
Thy stems shall glow in vesture gay
With scarlet berries rich array.

Please then fair plant, through many a day
Till winter stern thy doom shall say,
Whose voice the fairest must obey,'

Mezereon, too,

Though leafless well attired and thick beset With blushing wreaths, investing every spray.

COWPER.

FLOWERS, GOD'S GIFT TO MAN.

"We turn from nature, up to nature's God.'

Never have we been more impressed with the beauty of these words than while perusing Hervey's sublime Reflections in a Flower Garden,' where every plant and flower, the elements, the sky, the earth, all, are made to bow before God, as a Being of goodness and truth. We cannot refrain from inviting our readers to share with us the pleasure of perusing some of his richest words. See the Imperial Crown, splendid and beautifully grand! see the Tube Rose, delicate and languishingly fair! see all the pomp and glory of the parterre; where paint and perfume do wonders. Yet the inferior animals are neither smit with their beauties, nor regaled with their odors. The horse never stands still to gaze upon their charms; nor does the ox turn aside to browse upon their sweets. Flowers are peculiarly designed for man. Flowers were endued with rich enchanting graces for man's pleasure. To win his attention, and deck his retreat, they hide their deformities under ground, and display nothing but the most graceful forms and engaging colors to his sight. To merit a farther degree of man's esteem, the generality of them dispense a delightful perfume; reserving their richest exhalations to embalm his morning and evening walks. Man usually chooses those cool hours, to refresh himself among their blooming