To-morrow you will live, you always cry.
In what far country doth this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies doth this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
"Twill be both very old and very dear.
To-morrow wiil I live, the fool doth say:
To-day itself's too late; the wise lived yesterday.

Why should we count our life by years,
Since years are short, and pass away?

Or why by fortune's smiles or tears,
Since tears are vain, and smiles decay?
O, count by virtues: these shall last
When life's lame-footed race is o'er :
And these, when earthly joys are past,
May cheer us on a brighter shore.

COWLEY.

FLAX.

Linum.

LANGUAGE-DOMESTIC INDUSTRY.

THE old lady sat in her rocking chair-
Darn, darn, darn;

The fire was bright and the night was fair
Darn, darn, darn;

The stocking was old, and the heel was worn,
But she was well furnished with needle and yarn,
And well she knew how the heel to turn -
Darn, darn, darn.

She had sat in her chair from morn till night
Darn, darn, darn;

And still her eye was watchful and bright—
Darn, darn, darn;

For well she used her needle to ply,

And every hole in a stocking could spy-
Darn, darn, darn.

Young ladies, if ever you hope to be wives,
Darn, darn, darn;

For many a call

you will have in your lives, Darn, darn, darn;

Would you keep your children neat and clean? Would you save their toes from frostbites keen? Then never believe that darnings are mean

But darn, darn, darn.

FLOWER OF AN HOUR.

Hibiscus trionum.

LANGUAGE-DELICATE BEAUTY.

SPRING has no blossom fairer than thy form,
Winter no snow wreath purer than thy mind;
The dewdrop trembling to the morning beam
Is like thy smile, pure, transient, heaven refined.

MRS. L. I. PIERSON.

She has a glowing heart, they say,
Though calm her seeming be;
And oft that warm heart's lovely play
Upon her cheek I see..

Her cheek is almost always pale,

And marble cold it seems;

But a soft color quivers there,

At times, in rosy gleams.

Some sudden throb of love, or grief,

Or pity, or delight,

And lo! a flush of beauty, brief,

But passionately bright!

MRS. OSGOOD.

There was a soft and pensive grace,
A cast of thought upon her face,
That suited well the forehead high,
The eyelash dark, and downcast eye.
The mild expression spoke a mind
In duty firm, composed, resigned.

SCOTT'S ROKEBY.

I look on Juno, feel my heart turn to cinders
With an invisible fire; and yet, should she
Deign to appear clothed in a various cloud,
The majesty of the substance is so sacred
I durst not clasp the shadow. I behold her
With adoration; feast my eye, while all

My other senses starve; and, oft frequenting

The place which she makes happy with her presence,
I never yet had power, with tongue or pen,

To move her to compassion, or make known
What 'tis I languish for; yet I must gaze still,
Though it increase my flame.

MASSINGER.

When love's well timed, 'tis not a fault to love:
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.

ADDISON'S CATO.

FLOWERING REED.

Canna Augustifolia.

LANGUAGE - CONFIDENCE IN HEAVEN.

PASSING the enclosure where the dead repose,
I saw, in sable weeds, a gentle pair

Lingering with fond regard, at evening's close,
Beside a little grave fresh swelling there.

Silent they stood

serene their thoughtful air; There fell no tear, no vain complaint arose; Faith seemed to prompt the unutterable prayer, And to their view the eternal home disclose.

Next Sabbath brought me where the floweret lay; Record of high descent the marble bore

Heir of a noble house, and only stay;

And these words gathered from the Bible's store "The Lord hath given, the Lord hath ta'en away; His holy name be blessed evermore.”

God is nigh

Even then when far away he seemeth;
When hope of freedom none appears,
Believe so best for thee he deemeth:

He in his time will dry thy tears.
God is nigh!

ANON.

ULRICH.