Through all the complex frame unconscious life.
—Montgomery's Pelican Island.
What makes us like new acquaintances is not so much any weariness of our old ones, or the pleasure of change, as disgust at not being sufficiently admired by those who know us too well, and the hope of being more so by those who do not know so much of us.—La Rochefoucauld.
AMONG THE DAISIES.
"Laud the first spring daisies—
Chant aloud their praises."—Ed. Youl.
"When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white—