The New Hampshire Gazette

From the Newburyport Herald.

THE VIOLET'S WEDDING.

UPON a little velvet bank
A modest flow'ret grew:
While daisies, haws, and briars wild,
Around their fragrance threw:

This gentle flower was far from where
The haughty tulip's pride,
Or lily's slender, graceful air,
Adorn'd the garden-side.'

The lovely rose had never mixed
Its beams with his own;,
This bashful plant so sweet and fair,
Far from all these had grown,

Narcissus' pale and sickly form,
And daffodil's flaunting flower,
And honeysuckle's perfumed bell
And woodbine's leafy bower,

Carnation's blush, and hyacinth's tint—
The violet never knew:
But peaceful, on her native tuft.
Grew up, beneath the haw.

Unvexed by all the worldly cares,
The flower of fashion knows:
Ne'er treading ruthless lawn whose hand
The garden's blossom mows.

A cunning florist came one day
Where this sweet violet bloomed:
And thinking it a beauteous plant,
To move it thence presumed.

He took it from the earth with care,
(Caution was ever its root:)
And set it in his nursery, where
It quick began to shoot.

And strong, and lovely there it grew.
By yonder Rose's side;
And soon this modest, country "blue."
Became that Rose's bride!

T. C. O.