BONDS OF LOVE.

HONEYSUCKLE.

THE Honeysuckle sometimes attaches its pliant branches to the knotted trunk of an ancient oak, and amid the rugged branches of that lordly tree,

The woodbines mix, in amorous play

And breathe their fragrant lives away

It was said, that this feeble tree, thus shooting into the air, would overtop the king of the forest; but, as if its efforts were unavailing, it soon recoiled, and, with graceful negligence, adorned its friendly supporter, with elegant festoons and perfumed garlands.

Fragile but sweet is the woodbine wild,

Clinging wherever its beauty may rest,
Fair as the woodbine, as trusting and mild,
Oh! be thy home upon Love's fond breast!

BEAUTY.

S. O

ROSE.

Rose! thou art the sweetest flower,
That ever drank the amber shower;
Rose! thou art the fondest child

Of dimpled spring, the wood-nymph wild!

MOORE'S ANACREON.

THIS beautiful flower, and universal favourite of nature, has never been described in language adequate to convey an idea