Flower-pot

O Laurinella! little doſt thou wot How fraile a flower thou doſt ſo highly prize: Beauty's the flower, but love the flower-pot That muſt preſerve it, els it quickly dyes.

I hope you will think kindly of my whitened bones, and never have anything more to do with Greek writing on flower-pots, sir, if I may make so bold as to say so.

Three chairs of the steamer type, all maimed, comprised the furniture of this roof-garden, with (by way of local color) on one of the copings a row of four red clay flower-pots filled with sun-baked dust from which gnarled and rusty stalks thrust themselves up like withered elfin limbs.