Part 49

MRS. A. M. WELLS.

41. The tulip, Whose passionate leaves with their ruby glow Hide the heart that is burning and black below.

MISS LANDON.

42. The almond, though its branch is sere, With myriad blossoms beautiful; As pink, as is the shell's inside.

MARY HOWITT.

43. Lilies for a bridal bed, Roses for a matron's head, Violets for a maiden dead-- Pansies let thy flower be.

SHELLEY.

44. The barberry-bush, Whose yellow blossoms hang, As when a child by grassy lane Along you lightly sprang.

MRS. GILMAN.

45. The shower Wets not a rose that buds in beauty's bower One half so lovely as the sweet brier; ----for it grows along The poor man's pathway, by the poor man's door.

BRAINERD.

46. The low dwarf acacia, that droops as it grows, And the leaves, as you gather them, tremble and close.

MRS. A. M. WELLS.

47. The cowslip, that, bending With its golden bells, Of each glad hour's ending, With a sweet chime tells.

MISS LANDON.

48. The beautiful clover, so round and red; There is not a thing in twenty, That lifts in the morning so sweet a head, Above its leaves on its earthly bed, With so many horns of plenty.

MISS H. F. GOULD.

49. A lily flower, The old Egyptian's emblematic mark Of joy immortal, and of pure affection.

WORDSWORTH.

50. Mignionette the little nun, In meekness shedding soft perfume.

MISS P. MOISE.

51. The heliotrope, whose gray and heavy wreath Mimics the orchard blossom's fruity breath.

MRS. NORTON.

52. The timid jasmine-buds, that keep Their odors to themselves all day, But when the sunlight dies away, Let the delicious secret out.

MOORE.

53. Violets dim, but sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, or Cytherea's breath.

Winter's Tale.

54. Fox-glove, whose purple vest conceals Its hollow heart.