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CARNATION.

Dianthus.

LANGUAGE-DISDAIN.

A PRIME city girl,

With a frown and a curl

On her lip that proclaimed her a scoffer,
Was quite in a panic

That John a mechanic.

Had affronted her pride with an

""Tis exceedingly queer,

I acknowledge, my dear," Retorted her sorrowing brother; "But you may depend,

To your very life's end

"offer."

You'll never be plagued with another."

Madam, you haply scorn the vulgar earth
Of which I stand compacted; and because
I cannot add a splendor to my name,
Reflective from a royal pedigree,
You interdict my language; but be pleased
To know, the ashes of my ancestors,
If intermingled in the tomb with kings,

ANON.

Could hardly be distinguished. The stars shoot
An equal influence on the open cottage,

Where the poor shepherd's child is rudely nursed,
As on the cradle where the prince is rocked
With care and whisper.

HABBINGTON.

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AND while in peace abiding
Within a sheltered home,
We feel as sin and evil

Could never, never come;
But let the strong temptation rise

As whirlwinds sweep the sea,

We find no strength to 'scape the wreck,
Save, pitying God, in thee!

Ay, nerve thy spirit to the proof,

And blench not at thy chosen lot :
The timid good may stand aloof,

MRS. HALE.

The sage may frown; yet faint thou not,
Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,

The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn;
For with thy side shall dwell at last

The victory of endurance born.

There is strength

BRYANT.

Deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck
But little till the shafts of heaven have pierced

Before her gems are found?

MRS. HEMANS.

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I'VE gazed on many a brighter face,
But ne'er on one, for years,
Where beauty left so soft a trace
As it had left on hers.

But who can paint the spell that wove
A brightness round the whole?
'Twould take an angel from the skies
To paint the immortal soul

To trace the light, the inborn grace,
The spirit sparkling o'er the face.

"Tis not its binding fair,

Though it show beauty rare;
'Tis not its cover rich, winneth me so;
Vainly the blush and smile

Meet on thy cheek the while,
Did not the light within equally glow?

Bright eyes will lose their ray,

Roses will fade away;

MRS. WELBY.

But the fair spirit for death is too pure;

And like its cause in thee,

Holy, and strong, and free:

While thy soul lives, my passion will endure.

MRS. OSGOOD.

CLEMATIS.

Clematis Virginica.

LANGUAGE MENTAL BEAUTY.

WHAT'S female beauty but an air divine,

Through which the mind's all gentle graces shine?
They, like the sun, irradiate all between;
The body charms because the soul is seen.
Hence men are often captives of a face,
They know not why, of no peculiar grace;

Some forms, though bright, no mortal man can bear;
Some, none resist, though not exceeding fair.

Time has small power

O'er features the mind moulds.

Roses, where

YOUNG.

They once have bloomed, a fragrance leave behind;

And harmony will linger on the wind;

And suns continue to light up the air
When set; and music from the broken shrine
Breathes, it is said, around whose altar stone
His flower the votary has ceased to twine-

Types of the beauty that, when youth is gone, Breathes from the soul whose brightness mocks decline.

Ah! the cheek and eye will fade!

Beauty owns immortal grace;
Throned she sits within the soul;
There is beauty's dwelling-place.

GEORGE HILL.

MISS VANDENHOFF.

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WINDS waft the breath of flowers
To wanderers o'er the wave,

But bear no message from the bowers

Beyond the grave.

Proud science scales the skies

From star to star doth roam,

But reacheth not the shore where lies

The spirit's home.

Impervious shadows hide

This mystery of Heaven;

But where all knowledge is denied,

To hope is given.

The dead, the much-loved dead!
Who doth not yearn to know
The secret of their dwelling-place,
And to what land they go?

JOHN MALCOMB.

What heart but asks, with ceaseless tone,
For some sure knowledge of its own?

Ye are not dead to us;

But as bright stars unseen,

We hold that ye are ever near,

Though death intrude between,

Like some thin cloud that veils from sight
The countless spangles of the night.

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