("Roses Et Papillons.") [Xxvii., Dec. 7, 1834.] The Grave Receives Us All: Ye Butterflies And Roses Gay And Sweet Why Do Ye Linger, Say? Will Ye Not Dwell Together As Is Meet? Somewhere High In The Air Would Thy Wing Seek A Home 'Mid Sunny Skies, In Mead Or Mossy Dell - If There Thy Odors Longest, Sweetest Rise. Have Where Ye Will Your Dwelling, Or Breath Or Tint Whose Praise We Sing; Butterfly Shining Bright, Full-Blown Or Bursting Rosebud, Flow'R Or Wing. Dwell Together Ye Fair, 'Tis A Boon To The Loveliest Given; Perchance Ye Then May Choose Your Home On The Earth Or In Heaven. W.C. Westbrook