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The coronal

a collection of miscellaneous pieces, written at various times

Child, Lydia Maria Francis (1802-1880)

THE CORONAL. A COLLECTION OF MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, WRITTEN AT VARIOUS TIMES. BY MRS. CHILD LINES, SUGGESTED BY VANDERLYN'S FINE PICTURE OF CAIUS MARIUS AMONG THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE.

THE LONE INDIAN.

THE SAGACIOUS PAPA: A HINT FOR THOSE IN SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES.

TO A LADY, CELEBRATED FOR MUSICAL TALENT.

THE RIVAL BROTHERS. A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

YOU 'VE BEEN CAPTAIN LONG ENOUGH.

LINES, OCCASIONED BY HEARING A LITTLE BOY MOCK THE OLD SOUTH BELL RINGING THE HOUR OF TWELVE.

THOUGHTS.

LA ROSIERE: OR, THE TRIUMPH OF GOODNESS.

ADDRESS TO THE VALENTINE PAINTED BY W. ALLSTON, IN THE POSSESSION OF GEORGE TICKNOR, ESQ.

THE BLESSED INFLUENCE OF THE STUDIES OF NATURE.

THE RECLUSE OF THE LAKE.

SPRING.

BEAUTY.

HARRIET BRUCE.

MISERIES OF WEALTH. SUGGESTED BY HAZLITT'S “MISERIES OF POVERTY.”

TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.

THE BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL CONVICT.

ROMANCE.

TO A WEALTHY LADY, WHOSE HUSBAND SOON BECAME INDIFFERENT TO HER.

THE INDIAN WIFE.

THE SPIDER, CATERPILLAR, AND SILK-WORM.

LINES, OCCASIONED BY A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT IN THE MIDST OF DISTRACTING EMPLOYMENT.

“STAND FROM UNDER!”

THE ADVENTURES OF A RAIN DROP.

THE YOUNG WEST-INDIAN.

A NEW YEAR'S OFFERING TO A FRIEND.

NATURE AND SIMPLICITY.

CHOCORUA'S CURSE.

TO A HUSBAND, Who presented, as a New-Year's Offering, a Heart and a Laurel wreath, the leaves of which were not very abundant.

THE FIRST AND LAST BOOK.

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TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.

Purple flower, pale autumn's child,
Blooming in beauty lone and wild—
Slowly matured by sun and shower,
To reign awhile in fleeting power;
Yet bashfully in that brief space
Hiding from view thy lovely face,
Veiling thy imperial tinge
Beneath a modest robe of fringe.
When summer-days are long and bright,
Thy lovely form ne'er meets the sight;
But when October guides the year,
And points to seasons cold and drear,
It gracefully his path-way strews,
And smiles beneath his shiv'ring dews.
Thus buds of virtue often bloom
The fairest, mid the deepest gloom.
Their latent loveliness conceal'd,
And not one embryo tint reveal'd;
Till left by fortune's sunny beam,
To ripen in affliction's gleam.