THE FLOWER OF THE HEART
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The love of boys and girls is an object on which gray-bearded men vent much spleen and scorn; but depend upon it, reader, when 1t exists in reality, it is the violet of our short year of existence. The rose is beautiful, rich in hues, full of perfume and brightness, as she fiaunts her gay bosom to the ardent sun of June; but give me the violet, the dear, early violet, that scents with her odor- ous breath the ar of unconfrmed spring :; the soft, timid violet, retreating from the gaze with her blue eye cast down the first sweet child of the sweetest season; the ten derest, the gentlest of all the flowers of the field the emblem of the earnest and inno- cent affection. No, there is nothing like it <. In all after years we may lay our hand upon what joy we will-pure and innocent it must be, to bear comparison for a moment-but say, we may lay our hand upon what joy we will, In after existence, we shall never find any thing on earth like the first love of the heart.-Jamcs.