our flower-borders; the ten-week stock makes but a poor show in comparison.

The smell is very agreeable, resembling, in a slight degree, that of the clove pink. It flowers in May.

Class, TETRADYNAMIA.

Order, SILIQUOSA.

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TO THE MELANCHOLY GILLIFLOWER.

OH why, thou lone and lovely flower,
Deny thy sweetness to the day;

And ever in night's hushest hour,
Still sigh thy fragrant life away ?

The wild bee murmurs round each spray,
And kisses every flower but thine;
No scent allures the vagrant's way,
Or tempts him to thy golden mine.

The glowing breath of gorgeous noon
Is swelled by every other sweet;
Why dost thou only the pale moon

And chilly night winds love to greet?

When young Endymion earliest dreamed,
On that wild hill's enchanted ground,
The faltering radiance fearful gleamed,
And cast a quivering light around.

Still, in his dreams, did charmed sighs
Float trembling o'er his favoured head,
And strange mysterious music rise,

And hover round his mountain bed.

Thine was the conscious flower, that threw
Its lovely fragrance on the night;
Thou only oped thy pallid hue

Beneath the silent flood of light.

Thy sisters veil their foreheads fair,

And fold their bells on heath and dale;

Nor on the misty evening air

Their breath of sweetness dare exhale.

But thou dost long for holy eve,

To shroud thee from day's piercing eye;
Night's chilly hours alone receive
Thy secret tear and perfumed sigh.

JUVENILE KEEPSAKE.

THE Melancholy Gilliflower, is a native of the sea coasts in the southof France, Spain, and Italy. Its blossoms, of a dull purple, are scentless in the day-time, but exhale a rich nocturnal fragrance.

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LA GIROFLÉE.

MAIS quelle est cette fleur que son instinct pieux
Sur l'aile du Zephyr amène dans ces lieux?
Quoi! tu quittes le temple ou vivent tes racines,
Sensible Giroflée, amante des ruines,

Et ton tribut fidèle accompagne nos rois ?
Ah! puisque la terreur a courbé sous ses lois
Du lis infortuné sa liege souveraine,

Que nos jardins en deuil te choisissent pour reine;
Triomphe sans rivale, et que ta sainte fleur

Croisse pour le tombeau, le trône, et le malheur.

TRENEUIL.

LA GIROFLÉE.

MAIS quelle est cette fleur que son instinct pieɩ
Sur l'aile du Zephyr amène dans ces lieux?
Quoi! tu quittes le temple ou vivent tes racine
Sensible Giroflée, amante des ruines,
Et ton tribut fidèle accompagne nos rois?
Ah! puisque la terreur a courbé sous ses lois
Du lis infortuné sa liege souveraine,

Que nos jardins en deuil te choisissent pour rei
Triomphe sans rivale, et que ta sainte fleur
Croisse pour le tombeau, le trône, et le malheu

TRENEU