31. The _scarlet creeper's_ bloom, When 'midst her leaves the humbird's varying dyes Sparkle like half-seen fairy eyes. DR. S. H. DICKSON. 32. You love the sweet GERANIUM'S smell, Its scollop'd leaves, and crimson flower; Of days long passed it seems to tell, And memory owns its magic power. MISS MARIA JAMES. 33. The _wayside weed_ of homeliest hue, Looking erect up to the golden blue. For thus it speaketh to the thinking mind-- "O'erlook me not: I for a purpose grew; On us one sunshine falls!" THOMAS MILLER. 34. The last _violet_ That sheds its fragrance on the chill, damp air Of a November morn, like love in death. LADY FLORA HASTINGS. 35. The _peony_, with drooping head, Which blows a transient hour, And gently shaken in the breeze, Descends a crimson shower. MISS MARIA JAMES. 36. The _blue fleur-de-lis_, in the warm sunlight shining, As if grains of gold in its petals were set. MARY HOWITT. 37. The pale and delicate _narcissus_' flowers, Bending so languidly, as still they found In the pure wave a love and destiny. MISS LANDON. 38. The _violet's_ azure eye, Which gazes on the sky, Until its hue grows like what it beholds. SHELLEY. 39. The _evening primrose_, O'er which the wind might gladly take a pleasant sleep, But that 'tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into fresh flowers. KEATS. 40. The _clematis_, all graceful and fair; You may set it like pearls in the folds of your hair. MRS. A. M. WELLS. 41. The _tulip_, Whose passionate leaves with their ruby glow Hide the heart that is burning and black below. MISS LANDON. 42. The _almond_, though its branch is sere, With myriad blossoms beautiful; As pink, as is the shell's inside. MARY HOWITT. 43. Lilies for a bridal bed, Roses for a matron's head, Violets for a maiden dead-- _Pansies_ let thy flower be. SHELLEY. 44. The _barberry-bush_, Whose yellow blossoms hang, As when a child by grassy lane Along you lightly sprang. MRS. GILMAN. 45. The shower Wets not a rose that buds in beauty's bower One half so lovely as the _sweet brier_; ----for it grows along The poor man's pathway, by the poor man's door. BRAINERD. 46. The low dwarf _acacia_, that droops as it grows, And the leaves, as you gather them, tremble and close. MRS. A. M. WELLS.