eclurion.
A Friend is worth all hazards we can run. Poor is the friendless master of a world A world in purchase for a friend is gain.
Young.
THE BLIGHTED ROSE.
How gay was its foliage, how bright was its hue, How it scented the breeze that blew round it—
How carelessly sweet in the valley it grew, 'Till the blight of the mildew had found it.
Now faded, forlorn, scarce the wreck of its charms,
Remain e'en for fancy's renewing; Its branches are bare, and exposed are its thorns,
And it lays the pale victim of ruin.
Discontent is the mildew that fades on the mind, That robs the warm cheek of its roses;
That cankers the breast of the rude or refin'd, Where'er it a moment reposes.
'Tis a wizard, whose touch withers beauty away, And denies every pleasure to blossom;
Insidiously creeps to the heart of its prey, And invites cold despair to the bosom.
The Palmer's Mornino Hymn.
