NOVEMBER.

Have we no charm when youth is flown? Willis.

"Nothing becomes you ill, that you would will."

IV. NERVOUS.

"Through the world you break your way."

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10. Star of Bethlehem, 20126. Geranium,.

11. Prickly Pear,. . . . 165 27. Chamomile,.

12. Rose, (withered,).. 186 28. Saffron, (meadow,). 126

“What fate imposes men must needs abide.”

II. SANGUINE.

"The cheapest pleasures are the best."

III. BILIOUS.

"For what I will, I will — and bear it out."

IV. NERVOUS.

"No dread of thine own energies, still active day and night."

SENTIMENTS FOR THE WEEK.

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LOVE.

Love is a celestial harmony

Of likely hearts, composed of stars' consent,
Which join together in sweet sympathy,
To work each other's joy and sweet content.

Spenser.

Love's heralds should be thoughts Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over lowering hills.

Shakspeare.

Love not, love not; the thing you love may change;
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, and not for you.

Mrs. Norton.

The essence of all beauty I call love.
The attribute, the evidence, the end,
The consummation to the inward sense,
Of beauty apprehended from without,
I still call love.

5.

Miss Barrett.

Rich in love

And sweet humanity, you will be yourself,
To the degree that you desire, beloved.

Wordsworth.

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FRIENDSHIP.

Friendship is not a plant of hasty growth,
Though planted in esteem's deep-fixed soil;
The gradual culture of kind intercourse
Must bring it to perfection, make it flower.
Joanna Baillie.

O! let my friendship, in the wreath,
Though but a bud among the flowers,
Its sweetest fragrance round thee breathe,
"Twill serve to soothe thy weary hours.
Amelia B. Welby.

The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand,
And share its dew-drop with another near.
Miss Barrett.

I count myself in nothing else so happy,
As in a soul remembering my good friends.
Shakspeare.

5. That union where all that in woman is kind,
With all that in man most ennoblingly towers,
Grow wreathed into one like the column combined
Of the strength of the shaft and the capital's flowers.
Moore.

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7.

The blossoms of passion,

Gay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller of

fragrance;

But they beguile us, and lead us astray, and their odor

is deadly.

Dear friend, the hills rise bare and bleak
That bound thy future years;

Clouds veil the sky; no golden streak,

No rainbow light, appears;

Longfellow.

But, by those hopes which, plumed with light,

The sad exulting spurn,

Love's paradise shall bloom more bright, —

The spring-time will return.

Epes Sargent.