ted; at the entrance grew poppies and other somniferous herbs; the Dreams watched over his couch, attended by Morpheus, his prime minister, holding a vase in one hand, and grasping poppies in the other.

You can charm to sleep the physical powers,
With the oil distilled from a poppy's leaves;
Say, can your science find us flowers,

Whose magic may hush a heart that grieves?

SMILE ON ME STILL.

F. S. O.

SUNFLOWER.

THE helianthus constantly turns toward the sun. In Peru the virgins of the sun wore an imitation of this flower, wrought in gold.

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand,
And on the sun's noon-glory gaze,

With eye like his!-thy lips expand,
And fringe their disk with golden rays.

J. MONTGOMERY.

Oh! the heart that has truly loved, never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look that she turned when he rose.

MOORE.

SMILES.

CROCUS.

THIS pretty flower blooms in early spring. Its colors are yellow, purple, and white.

Down in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without light to see how to grow,
I'll trust to nature to teach me.

I will not despair

nor be idle, nor frown,

Locked in so gloomy a dwelling;

My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.

Soon as the frost will get out of my bed,
From this cold dungeon to free me,

I will peer up with my little bright head,
And all will be joyful to see me.

Then from my heart will young petals diverge,
As rays of the sun from their focus;

I from the darkness of earth will emerge,
A happy and beautiful Crocus!

Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower,
This little lesson may borrow,
Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour,
We come out the brighter to-morrow.

MISS H. F. GOULD.