Part 50

MISS MOISE.

55. The housatonia cerulea, Its snowy circle ray'd With crosslets, bending its pearly whiteness round, While the spreading lips are bound With such a mellow shade, As in the vaulted blue Deepens at midnight, or grows pale When mantled in the full moon's slender veil.

PERCIVAL.

56. The lily, Imperial beauty, fair unrivall'd one! What flower of earth has honor high as thine, To find thy name on His unsullied lips Whose eye was light from heaven!

MISS H. F. GOULD.

57. The little windflower, whose just open'd eye Is blue as the Spring heaven it gazes at; Startling the loiterer in naked paths With unexpected beauty.

W. C. BRYANT.

58. The trailing arbutus, shrouding its grace, Till fragrance bewrayeth its hiding-place.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

59. The woodbine wild, That loves to hang on barren boughs remote Her wreaths of flowery perfume.

W. MASON--The English Garden.

60. The Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green.

SHELLEY.

WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?

"We like not most what most is twin to self, "But that which best supplies the void within."

WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE, OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?

1. To walk in choice gardens, And from variety of curious flowers Contemplate nature's workmanship and wonders.

MASSINGER.

2. You love to wander by old ocean's side, And hold communion with its sullen tide, To climb the mountain's everlasting wall, And linger where the thunder-waters fall.

SPRAGUE.

3. Happy children at their play, Whose hearts run over into song.

J. R. LOWELL.

4. Dogs of grave demeanor, All meekness, gentleness, though large of limb.

ROGERS--Italy.

5. Old legends of the monkish page, Traditions of the saint and sage, Tales that have the rime of age And character of eld.

LONGFELLOW.

6. GENTLEMAN.-- A lock, a leaf, That some dear girl has given; Frail record of an hour, as brief As sunset clouds in heaven, But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadow'd hill.

O. W. HOLMES.