LANGUAGE MOSS. Lycopodium. MATERNAL AFFECTION. SWEET is the image of the brooding dove! MRS. NORTON. I miss thee, my mother, when young health has fled, And I sink in the languor of pain. Where, where is the arm that once pillowed my head, And the ear that once heard me complain? Other hands may support me, gentle accents may fall; I've a blessing for each; I am grateful to all; E. COOK. Ah! blessed are they for whom, 'mid all their pains, Claim in one heart their sanctuary and shrine, IBID. They who have governed with a self-control They who have passed the labyrinth of life, This, this is wisdom, manful and serene J. R. PRINCE. Towards God all penitence, and prayer, and trust; But to the troubles of this shifting scene Simply courageous and sublimely just; Be then such wisdom thine, my heart within There is no foe, nor woe, nor grief, but sin. Wisdom to gold prefer; for 'tis much less TUPPER. YOUNG. MYRTLE. Myrtus. LANGUAGE-LOVE IN ABSENCE. LINGER not long! Home is not home without thee; Its dearest tokens only make me mourn; O, let its memory, like a chain about thee, Linger not long! Linger not long! Though crowds should woo thy staying, Bethink thee; can the mirth of friends, though dear, Compensate for the grief thy long delaying Costs the heart that sighs to have thee here? Linger not long! How shall I watch for thee when fears grow stronger, Linger not long! Haste, haste thee home into thy mountain dwelling! Linger not long! NARCISSUS. Narcissus Poeticus. LANGUAGE-EGOTISM, OR SELF-LOVE. NARCISSUS on the grassy verdure lies; Some women deify a friend; Some grovel at the shrine of pelf; Her idol is her own sweet self. OVID. MRS. OSGOOD. A thousand volumes in a thousand tongues enshrine the lessons of Experience; Yet a man shall read them all, and go forth none the wiser, If self-love lendeth him a glass, to color all he conneth, Lest in the features of another he find his own com plexion. 鐵 TUPPER. NASTURTIUM. Tropaeolum Majus. LANGUAGE PATRIOTISM. THE Green Mountaineer the Stark of Bennington When on the field his band the Hessians fought, Briefly he spoke before the fight began "Soldiers! those German gentlemen are bought, For four pounds eight and sevenpence per man, By England's king- a bargain, as is thought. Give me the death of those Enshrines the fallen brave; In her sweet lap who gave them birth They find their tranquil grave. They never fail who die In a great cause : HALLECK. MONTGOMERY. They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world, at last, to freedom. BYRON. |