newspaper. He was at the time editor of _The Morning Post_.-- _New
Monthly Magazine_.

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The Gatherer.

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.

SHAKSPEARE.

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REFLECTION IN A FLOWER GARDEN.


I hate the flower whose wanton breast[9]
Awaits the sun at morn and noon,
And when he's hid behind the west,
As gaily flaunteth with the moon.

Mine be the flower of virgin leaf,
That when its sire has left the plain,
Wraps up its charms in silent grief,
Nor ope's them till he comes again.