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THE LANGUAGE

OF

FLOWERS;

OR,

FLORA SYMBOLICA.

INCLUDING

FLORAL POETRY, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.

JOHN INGRAM.

' Then took he up his garland,
And did shew what every flower did signify."

Philaster. Beaumont and Fletchbe.

WITH ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS, PRINTED IN COLOURS BY TERRY.

usae.

LONDON AND NEW YORK:

FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.
1887.

Eliza Cook

THIS VOLUME

IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED

BY HER FRIEND

THE AUTHOR.

Preface.

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^HE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS has probably called
forth as many treatises in explanation of its few and
simple rules as has any other mode of communicating ideas ;
but I flatter myself that this book will be found to be the
most complete work on the subject ever published — at least,
in this country. I have thoroughly sifted, condensed, and
augmented the productions of my many predecessors, and
have endeavoured to render the present volume in every re-
spect worthy the attention of the countless votaries which
this " science of sweet things " attracts ; and, although I dare
not boast that I have exhausted the subject, I may certainly
affirm that followers will find little left to glean in the paths
that I have traversed. As I have made use of the numerous
anecdotes, legends, and poetical allusions herein contained, so

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have I acknowledged the sources whence they came. It there-
fore only remains for me to take leave of my readers, with the
hope that they will pardon my having detained them so long
over a work of this description ; but

" Unheeded flew the hours,
For softly falls the foot of Time
That only treads on flowers.''

J. H. INGRAM.

Contents.

Introduction .
The Rose (Love) . 4
Hawthorn (Hope) .
Myrtle (Love)
Jasmine (Amiability)
Vervain (You enchant me)
Orange-blossom (Chastity)
Camphire (Artifice) .
Anemone (Withered hopes. Forsaken)
Periwinkle (Tender recollections) .
Weei'inc Willow (Mourning)
Asphodel (I will be faithful unto death)
Aloe (Bitterness)
Mezereon (Coquetry)
Sensitive Plant (Bashful love)
BuTTERCUPs(Riches. Memories of Child-
hood) ... . .
Crocus (Cheerfulness)
Eglantine (Poetry)
Heliotrope (Devoted attachment).
Lilac (Love's first emotions) .
Magnolia (Magnificence)
Judas Flower (Unbelief)
Dandelion (Oracle)
Campanula (I will be ever constant)
Hyacinth (Game. Play)
Marvgold (Grief) ....
Aster (After-thought>

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Tuberose (Dangerous pleasures)

Broom (Humility) .

Poppy (Consolation. Oblivion)

Pink (Pure love)

Furze (Anger) ....

Geranium (Deceit) .

Fuchsia (Taste)

Almond-tree (Indiscretion) ,

Flos Adonis (Painful recollections)

Arbutus (Thee only do I love)

Snowdrop (Friend in need. Hope.)

Cowslip (Youthful beauty)

Celandine (Deceptive hopes).

Dead Leaves (Melancholy) .

Heart's-ease (Think of me. Thoughts)

Basil (Hatred).

Forget-me-not

Apple-blossom (Preference) .

Acanthus (The Arts)

Evening Primrose (Silent love)

Thyme (Activity)

Cypress (Mourning).

St. John's Wort (Superstition]

Marvel of Peru (Timidity)

Rosemary (Remembrance)

Corn (Abundance) .

Tulip (A declaration of love)

Sycamore (Curiosity)

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Hollyhock (Ambition) , . . .213

Lotos (Eloquence) .... 215

Juniper (Protection) .... 220

Camellia Japonic A (Supreme loveliness) 222

Polyanthus (Confidence) . . 224

Holly (Foresight) 226

Foxglove (Insincerity) .... 231

Pimpernel (Chang.-) .... 233

Clover (I promise) 235

Acacia (Friendship) .... 237

Heath (Solitude) 239

Clematis (Artifice) 242

Amaranth (Immortality) , . . 244

Mandrake (Rarity) .... 247

Speedwell (Fidelity) .... 249

Narcissus (Self-love) , . . 251

Daffodil (Unrequited love) . . . 252

Iris (A message) ... . 254

Violet (Modesty) 256

Pkimrose (Youth) 262

Daisy (Innocence) . , . 266

Thistle (Independence) .... 269

The Lily (Majesty). . . . 272

MooNWORT (Forgetfulness) . . . 276

The Crown Imperial (Power) . 278

Mignonette (Your qualities surpass your

cliarms) .••,... 279

Ash (Grandeur) ....

Wallflower (Fidelity in misfortune)

The Lily of the Valley (Return of
happiness) ......

Stock (Lasting beauty)

Sweet William (Finesse. Dexterity)

Dahlia (Pomp)

White Poplar (Courage. Time)

Black Poplar (Affliction)

Motherwort (Concealed love)

Cornflower (Delicat-y) ,
Aspen (Lamentation)

Lemon (Zest) .
Passion Flower (Faith).
Svrinca (Fraternal love).
Andromeda (Will you help me?)
Parsley (Festivity) .
Mistletoe (Give me a kiss) .
Oak (Hospitality)
Convolvulus (Night)
Sunflower (False riches)
Laurel (Glory). Bay (Fame)
The Floral Oracle
Typical Bouquets .
Emblematic Garlands
The Vocabulary

Flora Symbolica.

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HAKSPEARE tells as that "fairies use flowers for
tlieir charactery," and so, he might have added, do
mortals, for the language of flowers is almost as ancient
and universal a one as that of speech.

The Chinese, whose chronicles antedate the historic
records of all other nations, have, and ever seem to have
had, a simple but complete mode of communicating
"SllfS" ideas by means of florigraphic signs. The indestruct-
ible monuments of the mighty Assyrian and Egyptian
races bear upon their venerable surfaces a code of floral
telegraphy that Time has been powerless to efface, but
I whose hieroglyphical meaning is veiled, or, at the best,
but dimly guessed at in our day. India, whose civilization had
attained its full vigour whilst that of Greece was in its cradle,
has ever been poetically ingenious in finding in her magnificent
Flora significations applicable to human interest. Biblical lore
abounds in comparisons between "the golden stars that in
earth's firmament do shine," and the feelings and passions of
poor mortality. Persian poetry is replete with blossomy similes ;
whilst the mythology of the Greeks has been an apparently in-
exhaustible storehouse to all authors in search of floral fancies.
With the Hellenic race the symbolic language of flowers reached
its culminating point of grandeur; and with the decline of
Grecian glory faded away the brightest ■ epoch in the history

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of florigrapby. In the eyes of the sterner-minded Latins this
innocent study found less favour ; and although they adapted
many of their Hellenic predecessors' legends and customs, in
connection with this science of sweet things, to their own my-
thology, yet so weakened was its hold upon the minds of the
people, that when, in the course of events, the decadence of
the Roman empire arrived, the attractive art was allowed to
fade into comparative oblivion. With the revival of learning
in the middle ages, this symbolic mode of correspondence once
more rebloomed, and, under the especial protection of chivalry,
played a far from unimportant part in contemporary history. No
gallant knight or gentle dame could then aspire to good breed-
ing, unless perfectly conversant with florigraphy, as then taught;
and the names, at least, of many of Europe's proudest families
owe their origin to some circumstance connected with their
founders' favourite blossom. In those days, minstrels and
minnesingers sang praises of their mistresses' chosen bloom ;
the noblest knight and gayest squire broke many a lance, and
emptied many a flagon, in honour' of a sprig of broom, or a
bunch of violets, that some fair dame had perchance adopted as
her device. Even kings, not contented with their regal crowns,
did not deem it derogatory to their dignity to enter the lists,
in order to do battle for the floral wreaths that beauty proffered
as a guerdon for the victor.

Thus every age and every clime promulgated its own pecu-
liar system of floral signs ; and although now-a-days, as regards
the larger portion of Europe, the language is in many respects
a dead one, yet still, amongst several Oriental races, this em-
blematic style of communication flourishea with much of its
pristine importance.

" In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,

And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers
On its leaves a mystical language wears."

It has been said that the language of flowers is as old as the
days of Adam, and that the antiquity of floral emblems dates
from the first throbbing of love in the human breasrt; and,
indeed, to gain a glimpse of florigraphic symbolism, as it ap-
peared in its earliest and freshest vigour, we should have to
journey backwards far into the shadowy obscurity which en-

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velopes the antediluvian history of mankind. Phillips, and
other painstaking investigators, have, it is true, not contented
themselves with general allusions to the unfathomable antiquity
of the typical uses which were made of

" Flowers, the sole luxury that Nature knew
In Eden's pure and guiltless garden,"

but have endeavoured to resuscitate from their long sleep of
thousands of years, the irretrievably lost floral systems with
which the mighty Indian, Egyptian, Chaldean, and ancient
Chinese nations " wiled away the hours."

Of all peoples, however, of whom we appear to possess any
reliable records, the Greeks may be accounted the earliest
florigraphists, and they do seem not only to have entertained
the most passionate love for flowers, but to have adapted them
as typical of every interesting occurrence, public or private.
Loudon, speaking of the continual symbolic use made by the
Hellenic race of flowers, says, " not only were they then, as
now, the ornament of beauty, and of the altars of the gods,
but the youths crowned themselves with them in the fetes,
the priests in religious ceremonies, and the guests in convivial
meetings. Garlands of flowers were suspended from the gates

of the city in times of rejoicing

the philosophers wore crowns of flowers, and the warriors orna-
mented their foreheads with them in times of triumph." We
read in Aristophanes that a market for flowers was held in
Athens, where vendors rapidly disposed of the baskets of
blooms which they proffered to the admiring bystanders. With
the natives of ancient Greece, birth, marriage, burial, and every
ceremony of any importance whatever was marked and dis-
tinctly comprehended by means of its floral accompaniment.
Emblematic of relief to the mother, and of wishes for good
fortune to the child, was the Palm ; young wooers delicately
intimated their passion by decorating the doorways of their
beloved ones' residences with garlands of

" All those token flowers that tell
What words can ne'er exprefe so well "

The illness of the inmates was indicated by Buckthorn and
Laurel hung across the lintels : whilst the conclusion of this

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Introduction:

transitory existence was denoted by Parsley sprinkled over the
remains of poor mortality ; whose head they crowned with
various symbolic blossoms ; whose funeral pyre they decked
with odoriferous blooms and spices ; whose urn they hung with
wreaths of significant meaning, and above whose well-tended
grave they planted flowers, shrubs, and typical trees. At the
public games of Greece the victor was invariably rewarded
with some floral emblem : the Olympian winner, as a token of
his triumph, received a garland of Wild Olive ; he of the
Pythian was rewarded with a Laurel crown ; the vanquisher at
the Nemsean Games was honoured with a crown of Parsley, and
at the plean with one of Pine-leaves. Then were their altars
buried beneath their blossomy offerings, whilst all the cere-
monies that were performed around them depended chiefly on
their floral accompaniments for elucidation. In that time —
that clime " where burning Sappho lived and sung " the praises
of the Rose — the minstrel, the poet, the wrestler, and the
patriot were all alike rewarded with wreathed floralities. Even
Rome — ambitious Rome — held a flowery crown as fit guerdon
for the weightiest services. " It was with two or three hundred
crowns of oak," said Montesquieu, " that Rome conquered the
world." These same warlike Latins instituted a festival in
honour of Flora as early as 736 years before the birth of Christ
— in the reign of Romulus ; but the public games or Floralia
were not regularly established until 516 years after the foun-
dation of Rome, when, on consulting the celebrated books of
the Sibyl, it was ordained that the feast should be annually
kept on the 28th day of April, that is, four days before the
Calends of May. This festival ultimately degenerated into a
scene of unbounded licentiousness, in which all its original pure
and symbolic character was obliterated. " The worship of
l-lora," observes Phillips, "among the heathen nations, maybe
traced up to very early days. She was the object of religious
veneration among the Phoenicians and Sabines long before the
foundation of Rome ; the early Greeks worshipped her under
the name of Chloris." And that those Greeks were perfectly
conversant with an established florigraphic language may not
only be gathered frpm the numerous allusions made to it by
their writers, but also occasionally by less doubtful evidence,
as; for instance, the Dream Book of Artemidotus, wherein can

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be seen palpable proof that every single bloom employed in
the manufacture of wreaths and garlands was intended to im-
part some particular meaning.

" Surely," says Sir Thomas Browne, " the heathen knew
better how to join and read these mystical letters, than we
Christians, who cast a more careless eye on these common
hieroglyphics, and disdain to suck divinity from the flowers of
nature."

That these heathen did know how to interpret the meaning
of " these mystical letters," evidence has already been adduced ;
and, although in many dissertations on the language of flowers
it has been stated that it was first made popular in Europe by
Lady Mary Wortley Montague, there are abundant proofs that
it was well understood and used from the earliest ages by many
continental nations. After the decay of Latin imperialism,
and until the dawn of the Renaissance, this delightful and at-
tractive study was doubtless little known ; but in the age of
chivalry and of the preeminence of the Romish faith it revived,
and, for a time, floral significations again held sway. The
Catholic was enabled to distinguish between fasting and fest-
ive ceremonies by the variety of the bouquets that adorned the
altar before which he offered up his orisons, and ofttimes the
knight was enabled to manifest his devotion by wearing his
lady's colours in his casque, and the lady frequently showed in
what light she regarded his attention by the nature of the
blooms she wore.

The love of flowers is felt and acknowledged by everybody,
and in every land : it is a theme for every one, a feeling in
which all can coincide : the polished European or the untu-
tored Australian ; the philosopher or the savage, all are ready
to admire and to praise. So universal a feeling — a feeling
doubtless coeval with man's existence upon this globe — could
not fail to be taken advantage of, and made subservient to, the
passions of mortality ; and to us it appears the most natural
thing in the world that flowers should have been made em-
blematic and communicative agents of our ideas. In all
countries of this globe, and in all ages, flowers are seen em-
ployed for symbolic and decorative purposes. In a suggestive
passage in his "^iccount of the Island of Ceylon," Sir James
E. Tennant speaks of the people even there off"ering up heca-

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tombs of flowers, their temple as festooned into large bouquets,
and of the surrounding air being ever heavy with the perfumes
of champac and jessamine.

Flowers appear always to have played a prominent part in
the religious ceremonies of all peoples and in all ages ; but it
would be useless to multiply examples of so well known and
generally accepted a fact, and, indeed, to do so would be a de-
parture from our present design of exhibiting a general history
of the language only of flowers, as used at home and abroad.

Florigraphy is a science that requires but little study. Some
flowers, indeed, almost bear written upon their upturned faces
the thoughts of which they are living representatives. That the
" white investments " of the childlike Daisy should, as Shak-
speare says, " figure innocence," is self-evident ; that all nations
should select the glowing Rose as an emblem of love could not
be wondered at ; whilst the little blue petals of the Myosotis
palustris require no augur to explain their common name of
Forget-me-not. Or again, who can doubt that the rich perfumes
of some plants, or the sparkling lustres of others, must be
deemed typical of joy and gladness ; or that the melancholy hue
and sombre looks of others should cause them to be selected
to symbolize sadness and despair.'

Simple as is the language of those bright earth stars, "the
alphabet of the angels," as they have been somewhat inaptly
styled, a great deal of skill may be expended in forming them
into sentences, and much ingenuity may be exercised in ex-
plaining fully and satisfactorily the sentiments intended to be
expressed towards the recipient of the floral message. The
meanings of single token-flowers may soon be learned, but the
knowledge of how' to form them into a complete epistle does
demand some little method. Many who use this fascinating
style of correspondence frequently agree to adopt certain secret
and original significations known only to themselves ; and, it
a little dexterity is shown, they not only give variety to, but
also render their charming telegraphy perfectly unintelligible
to the uninitiated, although he may be the most skilled flori-
graphist breathing.

Every professor, ay, every student of this gentle art, may
introduce new and varied combinations into its simple laws;
but there are a few rudimentary rules that should not be ne-

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glected. An adept in the grammar of this language gives these
directions to his pupils : " When a flower is presented in its
natural position, the sentiment is to be understood affirma-
tively ; when reversed, negatively. For instance, a rose-bud,
with its leaves and thorns, indicate _/^i2r with hope; but if re-
versed, it must be construed as saying, "you may n&i'Ca.tx fear
nor hope'.' Again, divest the same rose-bud of its thorns, and
it permits the most sanguine hope ; deprive it of its petals and
retain the thorns, and the worst fears may be entertained. The
expression of every flower may be thus varied by varying its
state or position. The Marigold is emblematic oi pain: place
it on the head, and it signifies trouble of mind ; on the heart,
the pangs of love ; on the bosom, the disgusts of etmui. The
pronoun / is expressed by inclining the symbol to the right,
and the pronoun thou by inclining it to the left.

Such are the principal elements of the language of flowers,
as used in England, France, Germany, and the United States,
and simple as they are, they are frequently altered, and, indeed,
disregarded entirely by many versed in its fanciful lore. The
Blumen- Spraclie, or Language of Flowers of the Germans,
diff'ers in many minor points from that of its sister nations, but
the spirit is the same.

With many Oriental races, this lovely realization of " visible
speech " is practised to an extent little dreamt of in these
colder climes ; and, it is said, you will scarcely find a native of
the Levant who has not the whole system by heart. From
the days of Lady Montague downwards, few of our travellers in
" the land where the cypress and myrtle are emblems of deeds
that are done in that clime," but have favoured the readers of
their adventures with some incidents illustrating the habitual
usage of this floral telegraphy among all classes of the people
whom they are visiting.

In the United States, the language of flowers is said to have
more votaries than in any other part of the world ; and said
with justice, if we may judge by the number and splendour of
the works on the subject which have appeared there during the
last few years, and the intimate acquaintance which American
writers display with floral symbols.

A beautiful poetess, the sweetness of whose fancies are only
equalled by their sadness, has, in many deathless rhymes, pre-

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served and immortalized the various symbolic uses to which
these silent interpreters have been put by mortals, and in the
passionate poetry of such lines as these, tells more than prose
can hope to utter :

" Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board.
To wreathe the cup ere the wine is poured :
Bring flowers ! — they are springing in wood and vale.
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,
To deck the hall where the bright wine flows.

" Bring flowers, to strew in the conqueror's path —
He hath shaken the thrones with his stormy wrath!
He comes witli the spoil of nations back :
The vines lie crushed in his chariot's trade.
The turf looks red where he won the day —
Bring flowers to die in the conqueror's way 1

" Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell, —
They have tales of the joyous wood to tell;
Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky.
And the bright world shut from his languid eye ;
They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours,
And a dream of his youth — bring him flowers, wild flowers I

" Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear !
They were bom to blush in her shining hair.
She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth.
She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth ;
Her place is now by another's side — ■
Bring flowers for tlie locks of the fair young bride !

"Bring flowers, pale flowers, on the bier to shed
A crown for the brow of the early dead ;
For this, through its leaves hath the white rose bui-st ;
For this, in tlie woods was the violet nursed.
Though they smile in vain for what once was ours,
They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers !

" Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer :
They are nature's offering, — their place is there!
They speak of hope to the fainting heart ;
With a voice of promise they come and part ;
They sleep in dust through the Winter hours.
They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowei-s ! "

A later, and, if comparison can be made between the children
of song, a still mightier performer upon the lyre of Poesy —
need Mrs. Browning's name be mentioned i" — has also deemed
so sweet a theme as the emblematic language of flowers worthy

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of her regards, and in her poem of " A Flower in a Letter,"
tells us that

"Love's language may be talked with these;
To work out choicest sentences,

No blossoms can be meeter ;
And, such being used in Eastern bowers.
Young maids may wonder if the flowers

Or meanings be the sweeter.

" And such being strewn before a bride.
Her little foot may turn aside,

Their longer bloom decreeing,
Unless some voice's whispered sound
Should make her gaze upon the ground

Too earnestly for seeing.

"And such being scattered on a grave.
Whoever moumeth there, may have

A type which seemeth worthy
Of that fair body hid below.
Which bloomed on earth a time ago.

Then perished as the earthy.

" And such being wreathed for worldly fe;ist,
Across the brimming cup some guest

Their rainbow colours viewing.
May feel them, with a silent start.
The covenant his childish heart

With Nature made, — renewing.'

In these two beautiful poems, the chief emblematic purposes
to which "love's interpreters" are applied, have been alluded to,
and it will thence be gathered that from birth to burial all the
principal epochs of human life, public or private, are dependent
upon floral associations for their most noteworthy decorations.
H. G. Adams, in a remarkably interesting work on the "Moral,
Language, and Poetry of Flowers," has collected a large amount
of amusing information respecting the typical usage of these
lovely wildings of nature by the people of different parts and
various nations ; and in that portion of his work entitled
" Children and Flowers," tenderly portrays the influence exer-
cised upon youth by floral association — an association which,
though deadened perchance in after life by too close intercourse
with the human world, some little flowerets may at any time re-
call the memory of, and cause a longing to renew " the covenant
his childish heart with nature made;" but, alas ! too late, for how
few but will be forced to exclaim with Praed, of these blooms:

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" They are not half so bright
As childhood's roses were ! "

Miss Pardoe, in the " City of the Sultan," describes an interest-
ing ceremony, which she beheld some Turkish children perform-
ing, at a time of excessive drought : — " At dusk, the village
children, walking two and two, and each carrying a bunch of
wild flowers, drew near the cistern in their turn, and sang, to
one of the thrilling melodies of the country, a hymn of suppli-
cation." Inspired by the sight, the talented authoress composed
a kindred hymn, thus ending :

"Allah! Father! hear us!
We bring Thee flowers, sweet flowers.

All withered in their prime ;
No moisture glistens on their leaves.

They sickened ere their time.
And we, like them, shall pass away.

Ere wintry days are near,
Should'st Tiiou not hearken as we pray-—

Allah! Father!— hear!"

But childhood soon fleets away with its transient troubles and
heedless mirth, and token-flowers are now sought for, to tell of
deeper feelings, and more passionate hopes and fears, than yet
have stirred the heart. Love ! love, the lord of all, asserts his
right to rule : he is a most despotic monarch, and

"Like Alexander Ae would reign;
And Ae would reign alone."

Now it is that the blushing cheek and bashful downcast eye
show that another willing slave is brought into the bondage of

" Love — beautiful and boundless love ! — who dwellest here below.
Teaching the human lip to smile — the violet to blow. "

and now it is, as Eliza Cook tells us, that

" Some liken their love to the beautiful rose,
And some to the violet sweet;"

for each one seeks to typify his passion by the most beautiful
emblem he can discover, and for such, instinctively turns to
the lovely offspring of Flora, amid whose numerous and varied
delicacies he speedily finds a symbol with which he may depict
all the nameless longings of his heart. " Flowers have their
language," says an able writer: " theirs is an oratory that speaks

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in perfumed silence, and there is tenderness, and passion, and
even the lightheartedness of mirth, in the variegated beauty of

their vocabulary No spoken word can approach to the

delicacy of sentiment to be inferred from a flower seasonably
offered : the softest expressions may be thus conveyed with-
out offence, and even profound grief alleviated, at a moment
when the most tuneful voice would grate harshly on the ear,
and when the stricken soul can be soothed only by unbroken
silence." Of this latter state, how truly hath the poet said :

"When we are sad, to sadness we apply
Each plant, and flower, and leaf, that meets the eye."

That flowers do serve to speak " thoughts that lie too deep
for tears " cannot be doubted ; for not only have poets made
use of them to portray their intense passions, but even the
untutored savage woos his heart's chosen treasure with floral
symbols, or defies his antagonist with emblematic blooms.
" Flowers do speak a language, clear and intelligible," says the
talented authoress of "Flora Domestical" "observe them, reader,
love them, linger over them ; and ask your own heart if they
do not speak affection, benevolence, and piety." Do not flowers,
lovely flowers, respond to the questionings of our hearts in a
language more powerful, and far more expressive, than that of
the tongue 1 Even more potent than the poet's magic lay,

" They pour an answering strain, that never
Could be awoke by minstrel skill ; "

and their perfumed response

" The rarest melody is that ever

Stirr'd human hearts to bless and thrill."

Poor Letitia Landon, in her poem of " The Poetess," while tell-
ing the " History of the Lyre," exclaims —

"The flowers were full of song: upon the rose
I read the crimson annals of true love;
The violet flung me back an old romance ;
All were associated with some link
Whose fine electric throb was in the mind."

Tennyson, in his ever-questioning philosophy, may ask,

"Oh, to what uses shall be put

The wild weed flower that simply blows?

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And is there any moral shut
Within the bosom of the rose?"

But he at once answers his own doubt by adding that

" Any man that walks the mead,

In bird, or blade, or bloom, may find —
According as his humours lead —
A meaning suited to his mind. "

And such is the bounteous and varied supply of symbolic
floral words with which nature decks even the less favoured of
her shrines, that all her children have ever ready to use some
requisite parts of that speech which is clearly universal. This
love of florigraphy is plainly one of those natural touches which
make all the world akin — one of those binding links whose
origin we cannot detect, and whose effects only we can perceive.
Here we may exclaim with Eliza Cook :

" Oh, could we but trace the great meaning of ALL,
And what delicate links form the ponderous chain.
From the dew-drops that rise, to the star-drops that fall.
We should see but one purpose, and nothing in vain!"

From the unlettered North American Indian to the highly-
polished Parisian ; from the days of dawning civilization among
the mighty Asiatic races, whose very names are buried in
oblivion, down to the present times, the symbolism of flowers
is everywhere and in all ages discovered permeating all strata
of society. It has been, and still is, the habit of many peoples
to name the different portions of the years after the most pro-
minent changes of the vegetable kingdom. Thus, amongst the
American Indians, one period or season is known as the " bud-
ding month," which in due course is followed by the "flowering
month," which in its turn gives way to the " fall of the leaf," as
these tribes poetically term their autumn.

It has been truthfully remarked that the eloquence of flowers
is not so generally understood in this country as it might be ;
and although the most cultivated minds of the most polished
nations are continually reiterating the valuable influence of
floral beauty, and are constantly recurring to floral symbolism
in order to expound their ideas, yet it is chiefly amongst those
races which we are pleased to term rude and barbarous that we
find the most delicate appreciation of floral ascendency. What
more beautiful exposition of such a creed can be discovered

Introduction.

13

than that given by Bougainville's "South Sea Islander," who, on
being taken to the Botanic Garden in Paris, knelt before an
Otaheitan plant, and kissed it as affectionately as a lover — as
reverently as a worshipper ? This trait in the human mind is
typified amongst Oriental and other semi-civilized races by the
sweetly poetical appellations which they give to the flowers
and shrubs of their countries — names endowed with more true
poetry than all the much-vaunted fables of Rome, or even of
Greece.

No country can boast a more varied or more poetical Flora
than we now possess ; but the literatures and languages of the
Hindoo, Turkish, Persian, Arabic, and Malayan races must be
scrutinized in order to discover persons conversant with the real
symbolism of flowers. Some idea of the Hindoo, and also
Egyptian, floral languages may be gleaned from our pages on
the lotus and other sacred flowers of the East. In Lalla Rookh
we catch occasional glimpses of their weird mysticism ; as like-
\yise in the works of Sir William Jones, which abound with
interesting allusions to these beauties. Many such emblematic
blossoms are described by L. E. L. in her poetical portrait of
Manmadin, the Indian Cupid. She pictures him as

"Grasping in his infant hand
Arrows in their silken band,
Each made of a signal flower —
Emblem of its varied power :
Some formed of the silver leaf
Of the almond, bright and brief.
Just a frail and lovely thing,
For but one hour's flourishing;
Others, on whose shaft there glows
The red beauty of the rose ;
Some in Spring's half-folded bloom.
Some in Summer's full perfume ;
Some with withered leaves and sere,
Falling with the falling year ;
Some bright with the rainbow dyes
Of the tulip's vanities ;
Some, bound with the lily's bell,
Breathes of love that dares not tell
Its sweet feelings ; the dark leaves
Of the esignum, which grieves.
Droopingly round some were boimd ;
Others were with tendrils wound

Of the green and laughing vine,
And the barb was dipped in wine.
But all these are Summer ills,
Like the tree whose stem distils
Balm beneath its pleasant shade
In the wounds its thorns have made.
Though the flowers may fade and die,
'T is but a light penalty.
All these bloom-clad clarts are meant
But for a short-lived content !
Yet one arrow has a power
Lasting till life's latest hour —
Weary day and sleepless night,
Lightning gleams of fierce delight,
Fragrant and yet poisoned sighs,
Agonies and ecstaciesj
Hopes like fires amid the gloom.
Lighting only to consume !
Happiness one hasty draught,
And the lip has venom quaffed.
Doubt, despairing, crime, and craft.
Are upon that honied shaft ! "

Symbolic flowers, fruit, and even vegetables, are still much

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employed in Hindostan ; nevertheless, the domination of the
British Government has undoubtedly much lessened the in-
fluence they exercise upon the minds of the natives. In many
parts of the Indian peninsula a pleasant floral custom is re-
tained. After dinner, servants carry round to the guests a silver
basin decked with newly-gathered flowers, into which water is
poured over the hands. The flowers are placed in a perforated
cover, so as to conceal the water from view. In some parts of
India, as also of Persia, it is customary to welcome the stranger
on his entrance to a town with wreaths of flowers, which, it is
said, the women and children are eager to offer. One of these
emblems of hospitality seems to us far more desirable than a
chariot-load of the blood-stained triumphal garlands which the
Latins awarded to their successful soldiery. Hindoos are fond
of covering the shrines of their favourite deities with floral
offerings ; and, like their brethren of Turkey and Persia, the
Hindostanee followers of Mahomet inherit the love of all
Eastern nations for blossomy symbols.

Forbes, in his " Oriental Memoirs," speaking of the ceme-
teries of Guzerat, says : " To those consecrated spots the
Mahommedan matrons repair, at stated anniversaries, with
fairest flowers to sweeten the sad grave. The grand tombs are
often splendidly illuminated, but the meanest heap of turf has
its visitors, to chant a requiem, light a little lamp, suspend a
garland, or strew a rose, as an affectionate tribute to departed
love or separated friendship." Would that our neglected grave-
yards — our "cities of silence," as the Turks poetically call
cemeteries — could present scenes as consolatory ! Perhaps,
however, it is as well that it is not death, but the world, that is
too much with us.

It has been remarked that the floral symbols of these ancient
nations have elucidated some of the most difficult questions
concerning their history, and have made it certain that most
of the Indian and Egyptian customs originated in Chaldea —
that land of serene and tranquil skies, where the observation of
nature first grew into a science, and was cradled and cherished
in the earliest ages of the world. The exclusiveness of the
Chinese and Japanese races makes it difficult to obtain any
reliable account of their florigraphical symbols ; nevertheless,
there is sufficient proof that the former employ a floral alphabet,

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and that the latter, like all nations of ancient origin, possesses
a mode of emblematic floral communication. In the ornamen-
tation and beautifying of gardens the Chinese are said to excel
all other countries ; it is not to be wondered at, therefore, that
they make profuse use of flowers at their different public and
private ceremonies — more especially those of marriage and
burial : they plant flowers and shrubs about the graves of their
families, and richly decorate their temples with blossomy offer-
ings. Typical blooms are generally found associated with their
deities ; as for instance, is the case with Puzza, who is repre-
sented seated on a lotus.

The Japanese, who are evidently a sturdier race than their
over-governed effeminate neighbours, evince great skill in the
cultivation of flowers, and the production of new varieties of
them. Their trees are stated to be remarkable for the number
of them that bear double blossoms — a proof of experienced
culture. The Japanese (as were the ancient Hebrews) are fond
of naming their children after beautiful flowers ; indeed, it has
been stated that all their female names are derived from blos-
soms — a graceful compliment akin to that of the Malayan
tongue, which employs one word to express both women and
flowers. They picture the Deity as recumbent upon a water-
lily ; and in many ways, both sacred and secular, express not
only their affection for flowers, but also a symbolic method of
using them.

So much has been said in various portions of this work re-
specting the floral language of the Turks and Persians, that it
may almost sound like repetition to advert to them once more;
but as such stress is generally placed upon Lady Mary Wort-
ley Montague's description and presumed introduction of these
codes into Western Europe, it is impossible to pass the subject
by without some allusion. The so-called Turkish " Language of
Flowers" was first popularized in England and France by the
above-named lady, and by La Motraie, Charles the Twelfth's
companion in exile.

From the few examples of this floral system cited by these
illustrious travellers, it does not appear to indicate much of the
brilliancy and delicacy of thought which characterized the
emblematic methods of the nations of antiquity, and would
seem merely to have originated (as a writer in the " Edinburgh

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Magazine " very justly observes) " in the idleness of the harem,
from the desire of amusement and variety which the ladies shut
up there, without employment and without culture, must feel.
It answers the purpose of enigmas, the solution of which amuses
the vacant hours of the Turkish ladies, and is founded on a
sort of crambo or bout rim^y

"The Turkish dialect being rich in rhymes," observes another
florigraphical authority, " presents a multitude of words corre-
sponding in sound with the names of the flowers ; but these
rhymes are not all admitted into the language of flowers, and
the knowledge of this language consists in being acquainted
with the proper rhyme. A flower or fruit expresses an idea
suggested by the word with which its name happens to rhyme.
Thus, for instance, the word armonde (pear) rhymes among
other words with ormonde (hope), and this rhyme is filled up
as follows: 'Armonde: Wer bana bir ormonde: Pear, let me
not despair.' "

Herr von Hammer, the well-known Oriental traveller, col-
lected from the Greek and Armenian women, who are allowed
to traffic with the inmates of the harems, about a hundred
phrases of this peculiar vocabulary, some of which were after-
wards publistit-d in a German miscellany entitled " Mines of
the East."

An able writer, comparing these wretched remnants of ancient
floral customs with their pristine glories, speaks thus forcibly :
" The rich imagery and startling truth of the Eastern metaphors
and symbols have crumbled into ruins, like the temples dedi-
cated to their gods. Sickly and weak as is the modern language
of flowers, it is yet as prevalent in its use as ever. Undoubtedly,
the pure system of floral caligraphy came to Europe from Egypt,
in which country the love of flowers was carried to such an ex-
tent that Amasis, it is recorded, from a private soldier became
general of the armies of King Partanis, for having presented
him with a crown of flowers. This fortunate donor afterwards
became the monarch of Egypt himself, and, it is to be presumed,
did not neglect those favourites of Flora by whose means he
gained his crown.

European florigraphy rose and fell in Greece. There it
attained the summit of its glory, and there sank into an
ignominious neglect, from which it has never been entirely

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renovated. It is, however, pleasant to learn that many rem-
nants of the old floral customs still linger about the Grecian
isles, and to read of a marriage ceremony in the Isle of Delos,
in which flowers form the principal decorations. One authority
tells us that at daybreak the islanders assembled, and crowned
themselves with garlands ; strewed showers of blossoms upon
the path of the bridal train ; wreathed the house with flowers ;
singers and dancers appeared adorned with oak, myrtle, and
■hawthorn garlands ; the bride and bridegroom were crowned
with poppies ; and upon their approach to the temple, a priest
received them at its portals, and presented to each of them a
spray of ivy — a symbol of the tie which was to unite them for
ever.

The Italians, as a rule, are said to evince great dislike of
perfumes ; and this, perhaps, combined with lingering memo-
ries of the disgraceful scenes that were enacted by the Romans
in their decadence, at the Floralian festivals, appears to have
somewhat damped the national love of floral symbolism ;
nevertheless, the innate afiection man entertains for commun-
ing by means of these golden stars is not quite dormant even
there, as occasional references in these pages will demonstrate.

Floral emblemism is still powerful in the Iberian peninsula,
but generally assumes a superstitious tinge, and, indeed, is
principally indebted to Catholic legends for what little vitality
it there possesses.

In France the language of flowers reigns paramount, and
amongst her gallant sons and vivacious daughters, reckons its
admirers by myriads. Many of the pretty little floral vocabu-
laries and grammars that have appeared during the last few
years in England and America have been simply word-for-
word translations from the works of our Gallic neighbours.

The manifold editions which the various Blumen-Sprachcn
of Germany have attained, prove that this fascinating study
numbers numerous devotees amongst the philosophizing Teu-
tonians ; whilst the frequent mention of floral emblematic
customs by Gothe, and other distinguished writers, is sufficient
to convince us of the hold which these ancient ideas have upon
the mind of even the most educated classes of society.

Hans Christian Andersen, the friend and favourite of young
and old, of every reading child and of every grown person who

1 8 Introductios'.

loves to recall the visions and fancies of youth — the man whose
simple heartfek stories are translated into every civilized tongue
— never loses an opportunity of depicting the loveable intercourse
which the people of the Scandinavian races hold with the floral
world. In a sweet little sketch termed " Das dummes Buck" he
has these appropriate remarks : "The withered oak-leaf in this
book is to remind him of a friend, a schoolfellow, with whom
he swore a life-long friendship. He fastened the leaf to his
student-cap, in the greenwood, when the bond that was to be
so lasting was made. Where does he live now .' The leaf is
preserved, but the friendship is ended ! Here is a foreign hot-
house plant, too tender for the gardens of the North ; it looks
as fresh as if the petals still exhaled perfume 1 It was given to
him by a maiden in her father's splendid garden. Here is a
water-rose, a sweet water-rose, which he plucked himself, and
which he has moistened with his own salt tears. And here is a
nettle, and what can its leaves say .^ What were his thoughts as
he plucked it, and why has he preserved it here .■" Here is a
IVEay-lily out of the forest solitude ; and here a perriwinkle-
blossom from the parlour vase ; and here a blade of ladies'-grass
— what do they all typify.''" Well might Gothe exclaim, when
thinking of such suggestive emblems as these, " Some flowers
are only lovely to the eye, but others are lovely to the heart."

Of England's interest for floral symbolism what may be said
here t Accused of neglecting the charming study, and of deem-
ing it too trivial for the notice of this prosaic age, yet do her
bards — still do her favourite minstrels, tune their lyres to hymn
its evergreen delights. From the days of Dan Chaucer, the har-
binger of English poesy, to the Tennysonian age, have our
poets continually paid homage to the emblematic language of
flowers, as may be proved by reference to the countless extracts
in this work.

A distinguished writer has the following observations on the
subject of Shakspeare's acquaintance with florigraphy: "Shak-
speare has evinced in several of his plays a knowledge and a
love of flowers ; but in no instance has he shown his taste and
judgment in the selection of them with greater effect than in
forming the coronal wreath of the lovely maniac, Ophelia. The
queen describes the garland as composed of crow-flowers, nettles,
daisies, and long-purples ; and there can be no question that

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Shakspeare intended them all to have an emblematic meaning.
The crow-flower is a species of lychnis, or meado.w campion : it
is sometimes found double in our hedgerows ; and in this form
we are told by Parkinson it was called The Fayre Mayde of
France. It is to this name and to this variety that Shakspeare
alludes in Hamlet. (The long-purples are commonly called
" dead men's fingers.")

" ' Our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.'

The daisy imports the purity or spring-tide of life ; and the
intermixture of nettles needs no comment."

Admitting the correctness of this interpretation, the whole is
an excellent specimen of emblematic or picture writing. They
are all wild flowers, denoting the bewildered state of the beau-
tiful Ophelia's own faculties ; and the order runs thus, with the
meaning of each term beneath :

CROW-FLOWERS. NETTLES. DAISIES. LONG-PURPLES.

Fayre Mayde. Stu7Lg to the gnick. Her yotith/jil bloom. Uilder the cold hand of death.
" A fair maid Stung to the quick; her youthful bloom under the cold hand of death."

It would be difficult to select a more appropriate garland for
this victim of love's cruelty. Indeed, Shakspeare, as the perusai
of the following pages testifies, continually availed himself of
the symbolism of flowers, in order to depict the passions of
humanity.

Chaucer and Herrick are probably next in rank amongst our
earlier bards in the truly poetic fancy of rendering flowers
vehicles of human sentiments. Amongst our modern minstrels,
to speak of position would be invidious ; but nothing could
come more appropriate to our purpose than this little lay by
Patterson :

*' Flowers are the brightest things which earth
On her broad bosom loves to cherish ;
Gay they appear as children's mirth,
Like fading dreams of hope they perish.

" In every clime, in every age,

Mankind has felt their pleasing sway ;
And lays to them have deck'd the page
Of moralist and minstrel gay.

" By them the lover tells his tale, —

They can his hopes, his fears express ;
The maid, when words or looks would fail.
Can thus a kind retmn express.

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"They wreathe the harp at banquets tried,
With them we crown the crested brave ;
* They deck the maid — adorn the bride —
Or form the chaplets for her grave."

The richly varied and magnificent Flora of the American
continent has offered her sons and daughters a floral vocabu-
lary capable of almost unlimited application, and readily have
the denizens of the New World seized upon and resuscitated
these decaying systems of the Eastern Hemisphere. The
numerous brilliant and original tokens which they have already
sent forth in explanation of the American language of flowers
prove that they are not dependent upon European codes for
emblematic communion ; as Holmes — their own witty-wise
Holmes — says :

" They ask no garlands sought beyond the tide.
But take the leaflets gathered at their side."

Many blossoms gathered from Columbia's well-stored garden
will be discerned in this bouquet ; but this bright bud of Charles
Fenno Hoffmann's will not fail to increase the brilliancy of the
tout ensemble:

TI[E LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS

•' Teach thee their language? Sweet, I know no tongue.

No mystic art those gentle things declare ;
I ne'er could trace the schoolman's trick among

Created things so delicate and rare.
Their language ? Prithee! why, they are themselves

But bright thoughts syllabled to shape and hue, —
The tongue that erst was spoken by the elves,

When tenderness as yet within the world was new.

"And, oh! do not their soft and starry eyes —

Now bent to earth, to heaven now meekly pleading.
Their incense fainting as it seeks the skies.

Yet still from earth with freshening hope receding —
Say, do not these to every heart declare.

With all the silent eloquence of truth,
The language that they speak is Nature's prayer,

To give her back those spotless days of youth?"

That flowers do mingle in the general prayer of nature, no
thinking mind can deny. The links that bind them — that have
ever bound them — to humanity, are too manifold to be broken
or concealed. From the earliest historic ages, flowers have
mingled with the deeds, and, alas ! misdeeds, of man ; and it

Introduction.

was probably, as the authoress of " Flora Domestica " suggests,
"the general power of sympathy which caused them to be
connected with some of the earliest events that history records.
The mythologies of all nations are full of them ; and in all
times they have been associated with the soldiery, the govern-
ments, and the arts. Thus the patriot was crowned with Oak ;
the hero and the poet with Bay; and beauty with the Myrtle.
Peace had her Olive ; Bacchus his Ivy ; and whole groves of
oak-trees were thought to send out oracular voices in the winds.
One of the most pleasing parts of state splendour has been
associated with flowers. . . It was this that brought the gentle
family of Roses into such unnatural broils in the civil wars ;
and still the united countries of Great Britain have each a
floral emblem : Scotland has its Thistle, Ireland its Shamrock,
and England the Rose. France, under the Bourbons, had the
golden Lily." Our different festivals have each their own pecu-
liar plant to be used in their celebration. At Easter, the Willow
as a substitute for the Palm ; at Christmas, the Holly and
Mistletoe ; and, on May-day, the Hawthorn or May-bush.

Notwithstanding all that has happened, all that has been
said upon the subject, some people still refuse credence to the
influence of flowers — even deeming frivolous or meaningless
these florigraphical tokens which have been a source of joyous
feelings and sublime hopes to thousands.

In his beautiful pljilosophical work on the "Nature and
Phenomena of Life," Leo Grindon thus emphatically expresses
his opinion as to the truthfulness of the emotions engendered
in the human mind by this unspoken language : " The presig-
nificance of mental and moral qualities by plants is fully as
extensive as that of organic structure and configuration. This
arises, of course, from the correspondence which subsists between
the material and the spiritual world. The former, as the ex-
ternal image of the latter, must needs prefigure it. The box-
tree represents stoicism ; the camomile plant patience in adver-
sity ; the ash and mulberry prefigure pmdence; the nettle is a
presage of spitefulness ; trees like the hermandia, that make a
great display of foliage, but produce no fruit of any value, give
note of empty and pretentious boasters. It was not from their
mere commercial value that the dowry of a Greek bride wa;
paid in olive plants, any more that it is from mere fancy tha-

22 Introduction.

the English one wears a wreath of orange blossoms : it prefigures
the virtues and the aptitudes which adorn and should appear
in the wife. The leaves are green all the year round ; flowers
white and fragrant, fruits full grown, and others in youngest
infancy are always to be seen on this beautiful tree. We may
gather from Scripture why the ancients placed palm-branches
in the hands of their statues of Temperance and Cheerfulness,
and why, in Egypt, a vine was Jhe hieroglyph of Intelligence."
Such are the tenets of florigraphists. Let us hope that such
harmless if not beneficent doctrines are destined for universal
acceptance, and that those bright times, foretold by Shelley,
are not far distant, when

"Not gold, not Mootl, the altnr dowers,
]jut votive blooms and symbol flowL'i-.s.'

The Rose.

(LOVE.)
"Love is like a rose." — Philip Bailey.

BY universal suffrage the Rose has been voted to bethe love-
liest amongst the children of Flora. There is scarcely a
name of any note in the world's literature that has not paid a
willing tribute to the beauties of the "bloom of love" and a
collection comprising one tithe of all the choice things said of
it would amply fill a very respectable-sized library:

It is, in all probability, a native of the East, whence it tra-
velled westward. It has now become an inhabitant of every
civilized country, and opes its glowing petals to the sun in
every quarter of the globe. Its' scent is the most exquisite,
its colours the most fascinating, and its verdure the most re-
freshing of all the beauties of nature.

Our rose-tree, however, is on a very small scale compared
with the rose of the East. This latter grows to the height of
fourteen feet, spreading out widely its branches, heavily laden
with thick masses of the most lovely flowers. The rose of
Sharon and the rose of Damascus are the favourites of Oriental
nations ; and, indeed, we have proofs that this latter species
has been held in high esteem for nearly two thousand years.
Few things have been more celebrated in history than the Rose
Gardens at Paestum in Lucania, which flourished about the
commencement of the Christian era.

The rose is mentioned by the earliest writers of antiquity.
Herodotus speaks of the double rose ; in the Song of Solomon
is the expression, "I am the rose of Sharon ;" and allusion is
also made therein to the plantation of roses at Jericho. Isaiah
makes use of the beautiful thought — "The desert shall rejoice
and blossom as the rose ;" and Stesichorus, one of the earliest

24 The Rose.

Greek poets of whom any writings are extant, has left a refe-
rence to the rose in the following fanciful lines :

" Many a yellow quince was there
Piled upon the regal chair ;
Many a verdant myrtle bough —

Many a rose crown fealy wreathed
With twisted violets that grow

Where the breath of Spring has breathed."

Sappho, a contemporary of this latter author, wrote an exqui-
site ode to the rose ; and Thomas Moore, the modern Anacreon,
has thus transferred to the Enghsh the burning language of the
Lesbian maid :

"If Jove would give the leafy bowers
A queen for all their world of flowers,
The rose would be the choice of Jove,
And blush the queen of every grove.
Sweetest child of weeping morning,
Gem, the breast of earth adorning,
Eye of flow'rets, glow of lawns.
Bud of beauty, nursed by dawns :
Soft the soul of love it breathes,
Cypria's brow with magic wreathes;
And to the Zephyr's warm caresses.
Diffuses all its verdant tresses,
Till glowing with the wanton's play,
It blushes a diviner ray."

Anacreon, Love's own minstrel, in language scarcely surpassed
by the glowing words of his unfortunate fellow-votary, Sappho,
has celebrated the powers of the rose ; and, in lines eloquent
as his master's own, the admiring Antipater, in his ode to the
glorious Tean, prays that —

"Around thy tomb, O bard divine!

Where soft thy hallow'd bi'ow reposes,
Long may the deathless ivy twine,

And Summer pour her wealth of roses."

Theophrastus tells us that in his days the hundred-leaved rose
(which is emblematic of grace) grew on Mount Pangseus. It
would seem that the Isle of Rhodes (i.e., roses) was so desig-
nated from the culture of those flowers having been anciently
carried on there. Pliny mentions several sorts of roses culti-
vated by the Romans, and those of Campania, Miletus, and
Cyrene were the most celebrated. Loudon seems to think that
the white rose (typical of silence), and the yellow rose (typify-

'*-T-'l'*^A-=T

T-^r—T ==y — r-^r—t— T-^r-^

7 HE Rose. 25

ing infidelity), were unknown to the ancients ; and, if so, many
pretty legends connected with those blossoms lose their point.

Be this as it may, those ancients themselves sometimes fabled
that the red rose was originally white, but received a rosy hue
from blood drawn by a thorn from the foot of Venus, as she
was hastening to the aid of her adored Adonis. Carey fanci-
fully ascribes its ruddy tint to the kisses of Eve ; and some to
those of the Goddess of Love, from whose bath, Greek writers
say, it originally sprang; whilst the full-bosomed cabbage rose,
they say, sprang from the tears of Lycurgus, the enemy of
Bacchus. One author, in speaking of this flower, asserts that
in its primitive state it has no thorns, which, he suggestively
adds, are produced by cultivation.

Those glorious ancients who regarded the rose as the emblem
of silence, as well as of love and joy, frequently represented
Cupid offering one to Harpocrates, the God of Silence ; and,
as a further illustration of the gentle hint, on festive occasions
suspended a rose over the table, intimating to the assembled
guests that the conversation was to be literally, as well as
metaphorically, "under the rose." This latter account is
generally given as the correct derivation of the saying, "sub
rosa," applied to communications not to be repeated ; but
some writers say that the rose was once dedicated to Harpo-
crates, and thus became the emblem of taciturnity, for which
reason, it is averred, it is frequently placed over the confes-
sionals in Roman Catholic churches, indicating the secrecy
which should attend whatever may be there disclosed to the
ears of the priest.

Roses, which, as Herodotus says, from the days when Midas,
the Phrygian king, had gardens of them, until our own times,
have ever reigned as queen of flowers, with a beauty only
equalled by that of " the rose-bud garden of girls," and ever
has that flower, which, Juliet tells us, would smell as sweet if
called by any other name than that of " rose," been the darling
bloom of poets and lovers. In the romance of " Perceforet," a
hat adorned with roses is a favourite gage d' amour. In Don
Quixote's best-beloved fiction, " Amadis de Gaul," the captive
Oriana throws to her lover, as a pledge of her unalterable
affection, a rose bathed in her own tears. In the well-known
German collection of romances ("The Book of Heroes.") a pro-

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minent position is assigned to the Rose Garden of Worms :
the fragile rampart that surrounded that famous garden was
nothing more than a silken thread. Being attacked by giants,
it was triumphantly defended by a band of knights, to each of
whom Princess Chrymhilde assigned a chaplet of roses and a
kiss as a reward. It is said that one of the knights, named
Hildebrandt, whilst accepting the chaplet, declined the salute ;
but that another, who was a monk named Ilsan, was so pleased
with the proffered recompense that he begged for the bestowal
of similar favours upon each of the fifty-two monks inhabiting
the convent to which he belonged. His request was granted,
but not until he had slain fifty-two of the gigantic offenders.

Roses were more highly prized by the Romans than any
other flower : they considered them emblematic oi joy, and, in
conformity with that idea, represented Comus, the God of
Feasting, as a handsome young man, crowned with a garland
of roses, whose leaves glistened with dew-drops. Milton, ever
apt at classic lore, causes this sylvan deity to bid his attendant
sprites

" Braid your locks with rosy twine,
Dropping odours, dropping wine."

In the reign of Domitian, the Egyptians thought of offering
to that emperor's court, as a magnificent present, roses in the
middle of winter ; but the Romans, who had already attained
the means of forcing flowers, smiled at the proffered gift, so
abundant were roses in Rome at this season. " In every
street," says Martial, "the odour of spring is breathed, and
garlands of flowers, freshly gathered, are displayed." " Send
us corn, Egyptian ! and we will send you roses," ironically ex-
claims this poet.

The extravagant use of flowers by the Romans was con-
tinually subjecting them to the reproofs of their philosophers.
They were accustomed to strew their streets with roses at their
chief festivals. Heliogabalus had his bed, apartments, and
porticoes strewed with the rarest flowers ; and, before him,
Cicero reproached Verres with having travelled through Sicily,
seated on roses, with a crown of flowers on his head, and a
garland round his neck. The Roman physicians, whose duties
were multitudinous, determined what kinds of plants were pro-
per to be admitted into the floral crowns designed to be placed

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upon the heads of those whom it was intended should be
honoured at great festivals. The plants selected were the pars-
ley, the ivy, the myrtle, and the rose — all of which were con-
sidered to act as antidotes to the effects of wine.

Rose-trees were employed both by the Greeks and Romans
to decorate graves ; and instances are given of rose gardens
being bequeathed by their proprietors for the purpose of fur-
nishing flowers to cover their places of sepulture. They fre-
quently invoked the most bitter imprecations against those
who dared to violate these sacred plantations. Sometimes the
dying man ordered that his heirs should meet every year, on
the anniversary of his decease, to dine together near his tomb,
and to crown it with roses from his sepulchral plantation.

The early Christians strongly disapproved of the employ-
ment of flowers, either at feasts or at burials, because they
were so used by the Pagans. Tertullian wrote a book against
garlands ; and Clement of Alexandria did not think it right
that kings should be crowned with roses, as Christ was crowned
with thorns. St. Anselm launched anathemas against those
who made pilgrimages to the wells and fountains of reputed
saints in order to strew them with flowers. Notwithstanding
the strenous opposition of their clergy, however, the Roman
converts persisted in their floral rites ; and, alluding to such
practices. Bishop Heber says, " If this be heathenish. Heaven
help the wicked !"

The custom is prevalent in many countries of placing a
chaplet of flowers above the dead. In some parts of the south
of England, a wreath of white roses is borne before the corpse
of a maiden by a young girl, and after the burial is hung up
over her accustomed seat at church. "They are emblemati-
cal," says Washington Irving, in his Sketch Book, " of purity,
and the crown of glory which she has received in heaven."
L. E. Landon's exquisite lines, entitled " The Legacy of the
Roses," are stated to have been suggested by a bequest that
Edward Rose, a citizen of London, who died in 1653, made.
He left twenty pounds (a considerable sum in those days) for
the purchase of an acre of land, for the poor of the village of
Barnes in Surrey, where his remains are placed, upon condition
that a number of rose-trees should be planted around his grave,
and kept well tended.

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" Plant the green sod with the crimson rose,
Let my friends rejoice o'er my calm repose.
Let my memory be like the odours shed,
My hope like the promise of early red ;
Let strangers share in their breath and bloom —
Plant ye the bright roses over my tomb."

So sang this pathetic writer, whose melancholy fate seems to
throw a shadow of sadness over everything that she has written.
Poor Laman Blanchard, whose own destiny was terminated so
prematurely, in his " Life and Literary Remains of L. E. L.,"
tells of a touching and graceful compliment once paid to the
subject of his story: " It was a tribute from America, sent from
the far-off banks of the Ohio, a curious species of the Michigan
rose, accompanied by a prayer that she would plant it on the
grave of Mrs. Hemans. To no hand could it have been more
appropriately transmitted than to the hand which wrote so
reverently and raptuously of that gifted woman ;" and whose
own words she might well wailingly quote, and say,

" The rose, the glorious rose, is gone."

It does seem strange that flowers — and of all flowers, that
most brilliant one, the rose — should be so often associated with
death and sorrow ; and yet the combination is a universal one.
Formerly, the rose was blended with the lily, to form a general
emblem of frail mortality. " This sweet flower," says Evelyn,
" borne on a brarich set with thorn, and accompanied with the
lily, are natural hieroglyphics of our fugitive, anxious, and tran-
sitory life, which, making so fair a show for a time, is not yet
without its thorns and crosses." Washington Irving, in his
sketch of rural funerals, says : " The white rose was planted at
the grave of a maiden ; her chaplet was tied with white ribands
in token of her spotless innocence, though sometimes black
ribands were intermingled, to bespeak the grief of survivors.
The red rose was occasionally used .... but roses in general
were appropriated to the graves of lovers." Evelyn tells us
that near his residence in Surrey, " the maidens yearly planted
and decked the graves of their defunct sweethearts with rose-
bushes ;" and Camden, in his " Britannia," remarks : " Here is
also a certain custom, observed time out of mind, of planting
rose trees upon the graves, especially by the young men and
maids who have lost their loves."

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The short and fragile nature of flowers has ever caused them
to be regarded as types of the frail tenure of this existence —
so much so, indeed, that many restrain from even plucking
them, and even regard a present of them as an inauspicious
omen. A promising young poetess, who has just departed from
amongst us, embodied this idea in the following touching lines
— rendered all the more pathetic from the fact that their pub-
lication only preceded her decease by a few weeks :

" Oh ! do not give me flowers, my love.

Oh ! do not give me flowers !
'T is an omen sad to give your love —

These fragile, fading flowers.
Their life is given by the sun.

His warmth and light their birth,
But soon must every fading one

Shed its pale leaves on earth.
Oh, do not give me flowers, my love,

Oh, do not give me flowers !
'T is an omen sad to give your love —

These fragile, fading flowers.

" I would not wear a wreath of flowers

Upon my bridal day.
Or let them strew my path with showers

Of roses, bright and gay.
'T is better they should shade a grave

In cool and lonely dell,
Where green ferns droop and harebells wave

Each swaying lilac bell.
Oh ! do not give me flowers, my love,

Oh ! do not give me flowers !
'T is an omen sad to give your love —

These fragile, fading flowers."

Ella Ingram.

But enough of the saddening thoughts engendered by such
painful associations. " To fresh fields, and pastures new," O
loving reader, come !

Is there any need to remind you that the rose, the inter-
preter of our finest feelings and most delicate emotions, is em-
blematical of joy and love ? Consecrated to Venus, the Goddess
of Beauty, like her it is a type of all that is most graceful in
youth, innocence and pleasure. Celebrated by Anacreon as
" the flower of flowers," and extolled by every succeeding, ay,
and preceding poet, all the lavish praise it has received has not

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yet enhausted its beauties — has not yet even completed the
catalogue of its charms.

Much as Western folks have lauded Queen Rose, their com-
mendations are faint compared with the adulation (we had
almost said adoration) her loveliness invokes from the natives
of Oriental lands. It is true that with them the rose attains a
magnitude and magnificence scarcely comprehended in these
colder climes. There, travellers say, the elegance of the trees,
bending beneath their load of fragrant blossom, is beyond all
power of description ; and, what renders the attraction greater,
is the song of the nightingales continually warbHng in the
bosom of their beloved flowers. And, as

" Other lands and other floral rites,
The thought poetic and the pen invites,"

let us see what the admiring Oriental has to say about the
masterpiece of florigraphy.

There is scarcely a great name in their literature that has
not paid tribute to " the bloom of love." Their poems are
filled with its praise, and quaintly fantastic are some of the
numberless beautiful legends with which they have entwined
it ; but of all the charming tales they tell you of the rose, none
are more poetically valuable than those which describe the
passionate love borne for it by the nightingale. In the " Book
of the Nightingale," by the Persian poet Attar, the whole
feathered creation is represented as appearing before Solomon,
and making a charge against the nightingale of disturbing
their rest by the plaintiveness of its warbling. The wise king
summoned, questioned, and finally acquitted the poor bird,
when it assured him that its frenzied strains were caused by
the distracting love it entertained for the rose — a love that
compelled it to ease its oppressed bosom by breaking forth
into the touching lamentations for which it was accused.
This legend is a favourite one with the Persians, who devoutly
believe that this bird flutters about the rose until, overpowered
by love and perfume, it falls to the ground stupefied.

Saadi, Hafiz, Jami, and numberless other Persian poets of
more or less renown, have sung the praises of "the blooming
rose;" and from the verses of the last named we learn that
the first rose appeared in Gulistan at the time the flowers

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demanded a new sovereign from Allah, because the drowsy
lotus would slumber at night. At first the maiden queen was
snowy white, and encircled with a protecting guard of thorns ;
but the poor nightingale fell into such an ecstacy of love over
her charms, and so recklessly pressed his lovelorn and musical
heart against those cruel thorns, that his blood, so far as it
could trickle into the blossom's bosom, dyed it crimson ; and,
as the poet justly observes, " are not the petals white at the
extremity where the poor little bird's blood could not reach ? "

The above-named Gulistan, so famed in Persian story, is the
place where so many roses were grown that it was a five days'
camel-ride through the great garden. Thence was brought the
precious attar for the Shah's own use, and thence came daily
fresh-plucked petals for the bed of the Sultana, who could not
sleep if the rose-leaves were too much crumpled.

Jackson, in his " Journey," says that the roses of the Sinan
Nile, or " Garden of the Nile," are unequalled, and that mat-
tresses are made of their leaves for men of rank to recline on.

In this famous Gulistan it was, too, that they discovered
how to manufacture the renowned rose wine — a glass of which
wonderful liquor would make the sternest monarch merciful, or
make the sickliest mortal slumber amid his pains ; and it was
in this same Gulistan that they all knew what were those "five
secrets of Allah " which the five petals of the first rose signified.
The Turks believe that roses sprang from the perspiration ol
Mahomet, who christened his white mare which brought him
from Medina, "Werda," after the snowy blossom — and for
that reason they never tread upon a rose-leaf, or sufi'er one to
lie upon the ground. They also, it is said, sculpture a rose on
the tombstones of females who die unmarried. The story ot
the learned Zeb, who intimated by a rose-leaf that he might
be received into the silent academy of Amadan, is a popular
one amongst Oriental nations. The vacant place for which he
applied having been filled up before his arrival, the president
intimated this to him by filling a glass so full of water that a
single additional drop would have made it run over ; but Zeb
contrived to place the petal of a rose so delicately upon the
water that it was not disturbed in the least, and was rewarded
for his ingenious allusion by instant admission into the society.

Father Catron, in his " History of the Mogul Empire," says

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that the celebrated Princess Nourmahal filled an entire canal
with rose-water, upon which she was in the habit of sailing
with the Great Mogul. The heat of the sun disengaged the
essential oil from the liquid, and through its being observed
floating on the surface, the discovery was made of that far-
famed perfume, "attar of roses."

Another of those extraordinary princesses of antiquity —
Cleopatra — was pleased to link her fame to what William
Sawyer, one of our living poets, calls " the passion-hearted
rose." The wily Egyptian once received her latest lover,
Antony, in an apartment covered to a considerable depth with
rose-leaves ; and Antony himself, when dying, begged to have
roses scattered o'er his tomb.

Some of the mythologists ascribe the origin of the rose to
the beautiful Rhodante, Queen of Corinth, who, to escape from
the persecutions of her lovers, attempted to seclude herself in
the Temple of Diana ; being forced from her sanctuary by the
clamour of the people, she prayed the gods to metamophosise
her into a flower, and the rose, into which she was changed,
still bears the blushes that dyed her cheeks when forced to
expose herself to public gaze.

The fragrance with which this " earth star " is so richly en-
dowed, is stated by those same poetical ancients to be derived
from a cup of nectar thrown over it by Cupid ; and its thorns,
t-hey say, are the stings of the bees with which the arc of his
bow was strung.

The Hindoo mythologists (who are not a whit less poetical
than their Hellenic, Latin, or Mahommedan brethren) say that
Pagoda Siri, one of the wives of Vishnu, was discovered in a
rose. What an appropriate bower was that for a lovely god-
dess to recline in !

Hebrew liteiature also paid due homage to these glorious
blossoms, which, as William Sawyer says, are " as bright as if
their blooms were blooms of light ! " One of their suggestive
fables says that, early one morning, a maiden went into a gar-
den to gather a garland of roses. There they all grew — mere
buds, just opening to the ripening sun. " I will not pluck you
yet," said the girl ; " the sun shall open you first, that you may
be still more beautiful, and your scent stronger." She returned
at noonday, and found the loveliest roses gnawed by a worm,

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and bending before the scorching rays of the sun, withered and
dead ! The young girl wept for her folly ; and the following
morning she gathered her garland early.

Another equally appropriate fable from the same collection
tells of a pious man, who, one day, was sorrowfully pacing up
and down his garden, and doubting the care of Providence.
At length he stood transfixed before a rose-bush ; and thus
spake the spirit of the rose unto him : " Do I not animate a
beautiful plant — a cup of thanksgiving, full of fragrance to the
Lord, in the name of all flowers, and an offering of the sweet-
est incense to Him .? And where do you find me .' Amongst
thorns. But they do not sting me ; they protect and give me
sap. This thine enemies do for thee ; and should not thy spirit
be firmer than that of a frail flower .'" Strengthened, the man
went thence, and his soul became a cup of thanksgiving for his
enemies.

Oriental races appear to entertain some superstitious ideas
respecting the sanctity of the rose, and evidently rely upon its
efficacy to obliterate all desecrating powers. Thus, when Sala-
din reconquered Jerusalem, in 1128, he would not enter the
Mosque of the Temple, which the Christians had been using
as a church, until the walls had been thoroughly washed and
purified with rose-water. Voltaire also relates that after the
taking of Constantinople by Mahmoud II., in 1453, the church
of St. Sophia was cleansed in a similar manner with rose-water,
before it was converted into a mosque.

The Catholic Church has always regarded the rose as a
mystical flower ; and formerly it was the custom with her to
employ it at every ceremony from birth to burial. Large
vessels filled with rose-water were used at baptisms, in illustra-
tion of which practice, Bayle relates that at the baptism of
Ronsard, his nurse, on the way to the church, let him fall upon
a heap of flowers ; and at that same instant the woman who
held the vessel of rose-water poured it upon the infant. " All
this," says Bayle, " has been regarded as a happy omen of the
great esteem in which his poems would one day be held."

At marriages and other festivities, in the middle ages, the
guests wore chaplets of roses. The author of " Percefcret,"
describing an entertainment, says, " Every person wore a chap-
let of roses on his head. The Constable of France (and

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probably other great officers at other Courts), when he waited
on the King at dinner, had one of these crowns. Women,
when they took the veil, and when they married, were thus
adorned. Warriors wore their helmets encircled by these
flowers, as may be seen from their monumental figures. This
fondness of our ancestors for this fragrant and elegant flower,
and the various uses to which they applied it, explains a par-
ticular that at first sight appears somewhat whimsical, which is,
the bushels of roses sometimes paid by vassals to their lords."
As an instance of these " whimsical " grants, take one made
in 1576, by Richard Cox, Bishop of Ely, to Christopher (after-
wards Sir Christopher) Hatton, of great part of Ely House,
Holborn, for twenty-one years, in which the tenant covenants
to pay, on Midsummer Day, a red rose for the gate-house
and garden ; the Bishop reserving to himself and successors
free access through the gate-house, for walking in the gardens,
and gathering twenty bushels of roses yearly.

The demand for these beautiful flowers was formerly so
great that it was indeed no unusual thing for vassals, both in
France and England, to pay bushels of them to their lords ;
and there are instances of a single rose being deemed an
equivalent for rent. Thus, Sir William Clopton granted to
Thomas Smith a piece of ground, called Dokmedwe, in Han-
stede, for the annual payment of a rose, at the Nativity of
John the Baptist, to Sir William and his heirs, in lieu of all
services : dated at Hanstede, on Sunday next before the Feast
of All Saints, 3 Henry IV., 1402.

Chaucer is one of the earliest English authors who mentions
this flower: and in his "Romaunt of the Rose," (a translation
from the French) he gives many of the emblematical meanings
assigned to it in the mediaeval ages ; and William Dunbar, one
of Scotland's truest as well as oldest bards, most poetically
describes the happy union of Princess Margaret of England
with his royal master, James IV. of Scotland, under the alle-
gorical title of " The Thistle and the Rose."

In the days of chivalry roses were often worn by chevaliers
at tournaments, as an emblem of their devotion to love and
beauty ; knights] also at tournaments wore roses embroidered
in their sleeves, as an emblem that gentleness should accom-
pany courage, and that beauty was the reward of valour.

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35

The Golden Rose which the Pope presents to contemporary-
sovereigns is an institution of the middle ages : the flower is
considered an emblem of the mortality of the body, and the
gold of which it is composed, of the immortality of the soul.

There is an old mosaic, in the church of St. Susan at Rome,
in which Charlemagne is represented kneeling, and receiving
from St. Peter a standard covered with roses.

There are numerous traditions of the Catholic Church with
which " the flower of flowers " is associated. Marullus tells a
story of a holy virgin named Dorothea, who suffered martyr-
dom in Csesarea, under the government of Fabricius, and who
converted to Christianity a scribe named Theophilus, by send-
ing him, in the winter-time, some roses out of Paradise.

It has already been shown that the rose was occasionally
used as typical of sorrowful feelings, and the Greeks, who
realized all their ideals, not only dedicated it to Venus as an
emblem of love and beauty, and to Aurora as an emblem of
youth, but also to Cupid as an emblem of fugacity and danger,
from the fleeting nature of its charms and the wounds inflicted
by its thorns.

In many countries the rose seems to be the flower most
frequently connected with the death of youths and children.
" In Poland," says Phillips, "they cover the coffins of children
with roses ; and when the funeral passes the streets, a multitude
of these flowers are thrown from the windows."

Mrs. Edward Thomas, in some expressive lines upon the
death of a child, alluding to a singular custom observed bj,
the Mexicans, says,

" They wreathe the very thought of death with flowers, ,
And make his altar fair as marriage shine;"

in a foot-note subjoining these particulars : "At the funeral of
a child in Acapulco, Mexico, the body was dressed magnifi-
cently, crowned with roses^ and the table on which it was laid
was covered with flowers. The table was carried through the
streets with the child on it ; three or four men and boys walked
in front firing rockets ; and the military band followed, playing
the gayest music. Regarding the death of children as merely
their translation to an angelic existence, such an event amongst
these people is an occasion of joy rather than moUrning."

36 The Rose.

This custom reminds one of the habits of a certain Thracian
tribe, of whom Herodotus relates that they mourned at the
child's birth into the misery of this world, and held jubilee at
the interment of their relatives, because of their dehverance
from an infinity of ills.

The French carry out to excess, not only the custom of
decorating graves with flowers, but also the penalties ordained
for those who injure the funeral blossoms. "Le Moniteur"
relates that a woman named Bade, who was employed at a
handsome stipend to attend to the flowers planted upon a
tomb in the Cimetiere du Sud, finding that two magnificent
rose-trees, which overshaded the grave, were withered, instead
of purchasing others to supply their place, abstracted two ot
a similar species from a neighbouring tomb, and exchanged
them for those that had died under her care, or rather neglect.
The superintendent of the cemetery discovered the theft, and
knowing that it was not her first offence, made a complaint
against the woman, and the consequence was that she received
a twelvemonth's imprisonment !

These same French have a very pretty custom connected
with the rose, which in some respects resembles the old English
one of selecting a May Queen. The inhabitants of a village
select the girl they deem best deserving the prize of virtue,
and, carrying her in triumph to a neighbouring church, there
crown her, with a wreath of roses, queen of their village for
the ensuing year. Tradition asserts that this innocent festival
was first instituted in the sixth century, at Salency, his birth-
place, by St. Medard (the French St. Swithin), Bishop of Noyon ;
and, adds the story, the good prelate had the pleasure of crown-
ing his own sister as first Rose-Queen of Salency.

Another foreign festival appertaining to this emblem of joy,
was that held in the middle ages at the Italian city of Treviso,
where the inhabitants periodically erected a fortress of carpets,
silk hangings, and similar materials. The city maidens took
possession, after having seen that their stronghold was well
supplied with spices, flowers — especially rose.s — and other war-
like missiles. When all was prepared, the fortalice was vigor-
ously attacked by a party of the opposite sex, who were met
by showers of rose-water and volleys of sweet things, until, as
in duty bound, they surrendered at discretion. Amongst the

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many high and mighty ones who came to witness or take part
in this entertainment was the German Emperor Barbarossa ;
and he is stated to have declared it to have been one of the
greatest diversions that he had ever enjoyed.

These attractive customs were doubtless derived from the
East: somewhat similar ones have existed in Persia li/om time
immemorial. Sir William Ouseley tells us, in his " Travels in
Persia," that when he entered the flower garden beloiiging to
the governor of the castle near Fassa, he was overwhelmed
with roses ; and in the present days, when these beloved
flowers are in full bloom, bands of young men parade the
streets of the cities, singing, dancing, playing, and pelting
those they meet with showers of roses. In return for these
amusements, the spectators reward them with trifling gra-
tuities, with which they then betake themselves to places of
public entertainment.

In Smyrna they demonstrate their love for the queen of
flowers by calling one of their streets, after her, " The Street
of Roses." The Londoners also, it is true, have several Rose
Streets ; but, alas ! none of them are so fragrant as their name
would seem to imply.

Amongst many nations of antiquity it was customary to
crown bridal couples with wreaths of white and red roses; and
in the processions of the Corybantes, Cybele, the protecting
deity of cities, was pelted with these odoriferous blossoms.
The Roman generals who had achieved any remarkable vic-
tory were permitted to have roses sculptured on their shields.
Rose-water was the favourite perfume of the Roman ladies,
and the most luxurious even used it in their baths. In that
wonderfully entertaining old romance, "The Golden Ass" of
Apuleius, the Latin prototype of " Gil Bias," the hero, Lucius,
recovers his human form by eating some of the roses from the
crown which the priest of Isis carried in the procession annu-
ally held in honour of the goddess Cybele.

A writer in the " Household Words," in an article containing
some exquisite bits about those most exquisite of all things,
roses, speaking of a certain autumnal specimen of the tribe,
thus humorously tells its tale : " It is," she says, " a turncoat
flower, whose history I blush to relate, but averts your censure
like other fair offenders; for, if to its lot some floral errors fall,

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look in its face, and you '11 forget them all ! It made its appear-
ance during Louis the Eighteenth's time, and was named Rose
du Roi, or the King's Rose, in compliment to him. But when
Buonaparte came over from Elba and put the King to flight,
the proprietor, thinking that his new rose with any other name
would bring in more money, deemed it good policy to re-
christen it Rose d'Empereur, or the Emperor's Rose. But the
Hundred Days were a limited number, and the Battle of Wa-
terloo again changed the aspect of political affairs. The rose
ratted once more, and was re-styled Rose du Roi. It is known
in England as the Crimson Perpetual ; I should have called it
the Crimson Weathercock."

This rose was apparently a time-server and a political rene-
gade; but the next to be spoken of were fierce and faithful to
the cause which took its name from them. Shakspeare has
embalmed the legendary history attached to the York and
Lancaster roses in his play of " Henry VI." The story runs
that various adherents of the rival Yorkist and Lancastrian
factions were disputing in the Temple Gardens, when Edward
Mortimer's nephew and heir, Richard Plantagenet, interrupted
the conversation by saying,

"Let him that is a trae-bom gentleman,
And stands upon the honour of his birth.
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this briar pluck a white rose with me."

To which the Earl of Suffolk made reply,

" Let him that is no coward and no flatterer.
But dare maintain the party of the tnith,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me."

On their respective followers imitating their example, the Earl
of Warwick prophesies that the result of this feud

" Shall send between the red rose and the white
A thousand souls to death and deadly night."

And history duly records how mournfully his prediction was
verified by the succeeding Wars of the Roses, as they are
termed ; but also records how the effusion of blood was at
last stayed by the union of the two rival families in the mar-
riage of Henry VII. with the heiress of the house of York,

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thus affording an opportunity of creating the very pretty floral
fancy typified in the crimson and white striped rose, that hence-
forth was considered emblematical of the alliance.

Not only has this beautiful flower been selected as the signal
for contention and slaughter, but, strange to relate, has at times
been even the means of almost — if not quite — killing some
sensitive members of the genus homo. Many have heard of
the singular horror with which the odour of certain flowers
inspires some people; but few are aware that to " die of a rose
in aromatic pain " is something more than a poetical fiction ;
and yet many such things are on record. Amatus Lusitanus
is cited by Dr. Millinger, amongst many other authorities, and
he relates the case of a monk who fainted when he beheld a
rose, and never quitted his cell while that flower was in bloom.
Ofila gives the instance of the painter Vincent, who was seized
with violent vertigo whenever there were roses in the room.

Who would have thought that a flower — only a flower —
could have wrought so much pleasure and pain in this mun-
dane sphere .■' Truly " roses are linked by the chain of asso-
ciation with a thousand chapters in the history of our race,:
they point to the Wars of the Roses ; to Saadi and the Gulistan ;
to the Pope's Golden Rose ; to Rosamund, surnamed of rosa
viundi ; to the 'bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream;' to
the Rosicrucians, and everything else that is or was in the
least degree roseate."

Few are those who will not be able to exclaim with Eliza
Cook, when recalling to mind how many past events of their
life have been associated with these universally admired blooms,

" There is much in my past bearing wa)nnarks of flowers,
The purest and rarest in odour and bloom ;
There are beings and breathings and places and hours
Still trailing in roses o'er Memory's tomb."

But what are all our rosy customs and festivals compared
with Oriental ones.? Already have several Persian legends
connected with the rose been alluded to ; but it is impossible
to exhaust the theme. " Lalla Rookh " is replete with roseate
similes ; for, as Moore therein remarks, when speaking of the
Feast of Roses,

' That joyous time, when pleasures pour
Profusely round, and in their shower

40 The Rosr.

Hearts open like the season's rose,

The flow'ret of a hundred leaves,
Expanding while the dew-fall flows,

And every leaf its balm receives."

Tavernier tells us that it is affirmed by the Ghebers, or Fire-
Worshippers, of Persia, that when Abraham, their great pro-
phet, was thrown into the fire by order of Nimrod, the flame
turned instantly into a bed of roses, where the child sweetly
reposed. Moore thus availed himself of the tradition :

" Is sweet and welcome as the bed

For their own infant prophet spread.
When pitying Heaven to roses turn'd

The death-flames that beneath him bum'd."

All roses are justly celebrated, but "the rose of Cashmere,"
says Forster, " for its brilliancy and delicacy of odour has long
been proverbial in the East."

" Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere
With its roses, the brightest that earth ever gave?"

demands Tom Moore ; and really, if it is anything like Sir
Robert Porter's description of one of the royal gardens of
Persia, no one can blame the poet's high-flown rhapsodies.

" On my first entering this bower of fairyland," says Sir
Robert, " I was struck with the appearance of two rose-trees
full fourteen feet high, laden with thousands of flowers in
every degree of expansion, and of a bloom and delicacy of
scent that embued the whole atmosphere with exquisite per-
fume. Indeed, I believe that in no country in the world does
the rose grow in such perfection as in Persia ; in no country is
it so cultivated and prized by the natives. Their gardens and
courts are crowded by its plants, their rooms ornamented with
vases filled with its gathered bunches, and every bath strewed
with the full-blown flowers, plucked from the ever-replenished
stems. . . . But in this delicious garden of Negaaristan
the eye and the smell are not the only senses regaled by the
presence of the rose. The ear is enchanted by the wild and
beautiful notes of multitudes of nightingales, whose warblings
seem to increase in melody and softness with the unfolding of
their favourite flower. Here, indeed, the stranger is most
powerfully reminded that he is in the country of the nightin-
gale and the rose,"

The Rose.

The loves of the nightingale and the rose have already been
more than once alluded to, but the subject is inexhaustible.
This melodious bird appears in the East at the season when
its adored flower begins to blow, which has engendered the
poetical' fiction that it bursts forth from its bud at the song of
its admirer. Says the admired poet, Jami, " The nightingales
warbled their enchanting notes and rent the thin veils of the
rose-bud and the rose;" and Moore has sung, in his soft song,

" Oh, sooner shall the rose of May
Mistake her own sweet nightingale,
And to some meaner minstrel's lay

Open her bosom's glowing veil.
Than love shall ever doubt a tone^
A breath — of the beloved one ! "

Mrs. Browning has alluded in the most exquisite tones to
thissweet legend in her " Lay of the Early Rose" — that foolish
flower that oped her petals ere the summer came, and deemed

"Ten nightingales shall flee
Their woods for love of me. "

Jami asserts with poetic freedom that " You may place a hand-
full of fragrant herbs and flowers before the nightingale ; yet
he wishes not in his constant heart for more than the .sweet
breath of his beloved rose."

" Though rich the spot

With every flower this earth has got,
What is it to the nightingale

If there his darling rose is not?"^

asks the author of " Lalla Rookh." The following lines are
from a lyric of Hafiz, wherein the poet assumes the character
of a nightingale in addressing his love :

" Once more see the nightingale, languid and faint,
Pours forth to the garden his sorrowful plaint :
May the rose ever flourish in beauty and bloom ;
May evil ne'er touch her, misfortune ne'er come ;
Long, long may she flourish wherever she 's seen,
And rule 'midst the flowers as the sovereign queen !
But, oh, may she smile with less scornful an eye.
Nor leave her poor lovers to languish and die ! "

Lord Byron did not overlook the pretty fable, and in the
" Bride of Abydos" makes a solitary rose bloom above Zuleika's

42 The Rose.

tomb, over which the love-lorn nightingale poured forth his
plaintive notes:

" A single rose is shedding there
Its lonely lustre, meek and pale :

It looks as planted by despair-
So white, so faint — the slightest gale

Might whirl the leaves on high ;

And yet, though storms and blight assail.

And hands more rude than wintry sky
May wring it from its stem ; in vain —
To-morrow sees it bloom again ! . . •

To it the livelong night there sings

A bird unseen, but not remote ;
Invisible his airy wings.
But soft as harp that Houri strings

His long entrancing note. "

Syria is thought by Richardson to have derived Its name
from suri, a beautiful and dehcate species of rose for which
the country has been celebrated from time immemorial ; hence
its Oriental name, Suristan, the Land of Roses. There, as Byron
sings in the " Giaour," is

" The rose, o'er crag or vale,

Sultana of the nightingale.

The maid for whom his melody,

His thousand songs, are heard on high.

Blooms blushing to her lover's tale :

His queen, the garden queen, his rose,

Unbent by winds, unchill'd by snows,

Far from the winters of the west.

By every breeze and season blest.

Returns the sweets by nature given

In softest incense back to heaven."

The violet is very highly prized in the East; but, says Hafiz,
" When the rose enters the garden, even the violet prostrates
itself before it with its face to the ground."

But Persian legends of and allusions to the queen of flowers
are innumerable, and still many blossoms nearer home await
our culling. One of the most memorable plants in existence
is the renowned rose-tree of Hildersheim, said to have been
set by Charlemagne, in commemoration of a visit of respect
paid to him by the ambassador of the celebrated Caliph Haroun
Alraschid; and who, as a symbol of his authority, carried a
purple banner, on which were embroidered the arms of his
sovereign, being roses on a golden field. The wonderful legend

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of the ancient tree runs thus: Louis the Pious came to the
district on a hunting expedition, and after the sport ordered
Mass to be said in the open air. On retiring to his habitation,
the priest who had officiated at the ceremony missed the Holy
Image, and his search for it proving fruitless, he returned to
the spot, and to his surprise beheld it between the branches of
a wild rose-tree. Attempting to regain it, he was awe-stricken
to find that it eluded his grasp, and, after several vain efforts
to obtain the sacred object, he went back to Louis, and informed
him and his Court of what had taken place. All rushed forth
and fell on their knees before the miraculous tree, over which
the superstitious monarch ordered a cathedral to be built. Dr.
Grashop, of Hildersheim, gives the following description of its
present condition : The roots are buried in a sort of coffin-
shaped vault under the middle altar of the crypt, which crypt
is proved by known documents to have been built in the year
818, and to have survived the burning of the other parts of the
cathedral on the 21st of January, 1013, and the 23rd of March,
1 146; so that there can be little doubt that the claim of this
rose-tree — ^which, despite its thousand years of age, still blos-
soms profusely — to be the oldest in the world, is just.

The affection entertained in all countries for the rose, and
its constant association with humanity, have caused its various
developments from bud to scattered bloom, to be universally
deemed emblematic of man's transitory existence, as also of
" the course of true love." Berkeley, in his " Utopia," describes
lovers as declaring their passion by presenting to the fair be-
loved a rose-bud just beginning to open, our symbol of a con-
fession of love. If the lady accepted and wore the bud, she
was supposed to favour his pretensions. As time intensified
the lover's affection, he followed up the first present by that
of a half-blown rose, significant of love; and this was agam
followed by one full blown, typical of etigagement ; and if the
lady wore this last, she was considered as engaged for life.

Leigh Hunt, in his " Descent of Liberty," thus alludes to
the infant loveliness of this flower:

" Of the rose, full-lipped and wann.
Round about whose riper foiin
Her slender virgin train are seen
In their close-fit caps of green."

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And again, to

"The sheath-enfolded fans of rosy bushes.
Ready against their blushes. "

Spenser has bequeathed us a very felicitous stanza about the
budding rose :

"Ah I see the virgin rose, how sweetly she
Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty,

That fairer seems the less ye see her may !
Lo ! see soon after how, more bold and free,
Her bar^d bosom she doth broad display !
Lo ! see soon after how she fades and falls awayl"

Sir Walter Scott tells us that

"The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed with tears. "

But of all the beautiful things said about this most beautiful
of Flora's children, the most delicate and the most apposite
appears to us to be " The Dying Rose-bud's Lament," by a
transatlantic poetess, the late Mrs. Osgood.

" Ah, me ! ah, woe is me ! " How oft, while yet an infant flower.

That I should perish now, My crimson cheek I 've laid

With the dear sunlight just let in Against the green bars of my bower,

Upon my balmy brow. Impatient of the shade ;

" My leaves, instinct with glowing life, " And pressing up and peeping through
Were quivering to unclose ; Its small but precious vistas,

My happy heart with love was rife — Sighed for the lovely light and dew
I was almost a rose. That blessed my elder sisters.

" Nerved by a hope, rich, warm, intense, " I saw the sweet breeze rippling o'er

Already I had risen Their leaves that loved the play,

Above my cage's curving fence. Though the light thief stole all the store

My green and graceful prison. Of dew-drop gems away.

" My pouting lips, by Zephyr pressed, ' ' I thought how happy I should be

Were just prepared to part. Such diamond wreaths to wear.

And whispered to the wooing wind And frolic with a rose's glee

The rapture of my heart. With sunbeam, bird, and air.

" In new-bom fancies revelling, " Ah, me ! ah, woe is me ! that I,

My mossy cell half-riven. Ere yet my leaves unclose,

Each thrilling leaflet seemed a wing With all my wealth of sweets, must die

To bear me into heaven. Before I am a rose !"

It scarcely appears possible that this sweet, suggestive lay
could be the production of a girl only fourteen years old, yet

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that that was her age at the time of its composition poor Edgar
Poe, an intense admirer of the poetess, assures us. The fol-
lowing chat with the emblem of love and beauty, by Mrs.
Sigourney, another American poetess, will probably read coldly
after Frances Osgood's poem :

"Most glorious rose,
You are the queenly belle. On you all eyes
Admiring turn. Doubtless you might indite
Romances from your own sweet history —
They 're quite the fashion now, and crowd the page
Of every periodical. Wilt tell
None of your heart adventures ? Never mind !
We plainly read the Zephyr's stolen kiss
In your deep blush ; so where 's the use to seal
Your lips so cunningly, when all the world
Calls you the flower of love?"

Yes! all the world knows that the beautiful rose is the em-
blem of love ; but none alluded to the fact more masterly than
did " Love's own minstrel," Anacreon, and in these verses Leigh
Hunt has ably transmuted the glowing words of the glorious
old Tean into our modest English tongue:

" The rose, the flower of love, " Oh, the rose, the first of flowers,

Mingle with our quaffing ; Darling of the early bowers,

^ /* ° ' E'en the gods for thee have places,;

The rose, the lovely leaved, ^i^^^^ ^^^^ Cytherea's boy

Round our brows be weavcd, Weaves about his locks for joy,

Genially laughing. Dancing with the Graces.

But the short life of this august flower ofttimes causes it,
when fading, to be deemed a suitable representative oi fleeting
beauty, and many are the " morals " that poet and philosopher
have deduced from this stage; but there is also another record
to be made, and that is of its fragrance after death: the flush
of beauty may be gone from its withered petals, but the scent
of the rose will cling to it still ; and so, even when life is over,
we yet place, as Barry Cornwall remarks,

" First of all, the rose; because its breath _
Is rich beyond the rest ; and when it dies,
It doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death. "

Yes, kind friend ! even a dead rose — emblem of sweet memories
— " doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death," because, though
" pale, and hard, and dry as stubble-wheat," yet, as Elizabeth
Barrett Browning tells us,

46 The Rose.

" The heart doth recognize thee,

Alone, alone ! the heart doth smell thee sweet,

Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,

Perceiving all those changes that disguise thee.

Yes, and the heart doth owe thee
More love, dead rose, than to any roses bold,
Which Julia wears at dances, smiling cold !

Lie still upon this heart, which breaks below thee 1 "

Of all the poets that sing the praises of the roses, none seem
to do so more con amore than Chaucer: his heroes and heroines
are invariably garlanded with its flowers, as are his songs
scented with its fragrance; and in the " Romaunt of the Rose "
he dowers his favourite flowers with quite a poetical apotheosis.
How well, too, does he describe Venus as wearing " on her head
her rosy garland, white and red." Of roses white and red
Shakspeare's self does say :

" The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair ;
A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both. ''

St. Cecilia was said to have received a miraculous crown of
roses from heaven ; and Tennyson tells how

"Her hair wound with white roses, slept St. Cecily."

To step from sacred to profane, how prettily has Bowring
translated from the Russ of Kastrov, this evidence of the frailty
of lovers' vows :

" The rose is my favourite flower : "I scarcely the record had made.

On its tablets of crimson I swore Ere Zephyr, in frolicsome play,

That up to my last living hour On his light airy pinions conveyed

I never would think of thee more. Both tablets and promise away."

Miss Kent, in " Flora Domestica," remarks that roses, when
they are associated with a moral meaning, are generally identi-
fied with mere pleasure ; but some writers, with a juster senti-
ment, have made them emblems of the most refined virtue.

In the "Orlando Innamorato," Orlando puts roses in his
helmet, which guard his ears against a Syren; and in Apuleius'
" Golden Ass," as already recorded, Lucius, who had been
transformed into an ass, regains his human shape upon eating
some of these flowers.

The red rose, which, from its long residence amongst us, has

The Rose. 47

been named the English rose, is thus patriotically spoken of
by Browne :

" Whence she upon her breast — (love's sweet repose) —
Doth bring the queen of flowers, the EngUsh rose."

Human life is compared with this flower by Keble, in the
" Christian Year." In one sweet verse he bids us

"Let the dainty rose awhile,

Her bashful fragrance hide —
Rend not her silken veil too soon,
But leave her in her own sweet noon,

To flourish and abide."

Philip Bailey, author of "Festus," that magnificent store-
house of " seed poetry," as our present Laureate appropriately
names it, says :

" Love is like a rose,
And a month it may not see
Ere it withers where it grows. "

We would give love and beauty longer life, but, alas ! poli-
tician as well as poet are against us ; for hear what Charles
James Fox has rhymed about their emblem bloom :

"The rose, the sweetly blooming rose, "But, oh! how soon its sweets are gone.
Ere from the tree 't is torn, How soon it withering lies !

Is like the charms which beauty shows So, when the eve of life comes on,
In life's exulting morn. Sweet beauty fades and dies.

"Then since the fairest form that's made
Soon withering we shall find,
Let us possess what ne'er shall fade —
The beauties of the mind."

There is a highly imaginative stanza in "Alnwick Castle,"
by Halleck, the American poet, in which these token-flowers
are suggestively introduced :

" Wild roses by the Abbey towers

Are gay in their young bud and bloom —
They were born of a race of funeral flowers.
That garlanded, in long-gone hours,
A Templar's knightly tomb."

The queen of flowers has had many wild rhapsodies poured
forth in her praise, and many quaint things have been said of
her powers ; but surely no one ever equalled the marvellous
Culpepper in ascribing wonders to her influence ; and yet, not-

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withstanding the fact that he endows her with more curative
abilities than a whole college of physicians would dare to aspire
to, he has the impudence to remark : " What a pother have
authors made with roses ! what a racket have they kept ! I
shall add, that the red roses are under Jupiter, damask under
Venus, white under the Moon, and," — here the old astrological
doctor attempts probably his solitary intentional jest — " Pro-
vence under the King of France."

This last-named and extraordinary fragrant rose does not
take its name from Provence, as is generally supposed, but
from Provins, a small town about fifty miles from Paris, where
it was formerly much cultivated.

But the lineage, legends, and symbolic associations of the
rose are an inexhaustible theme ; every poet has hymned,
and every minstrel sung, the praises of this floral queen, and
nothing now remains to tell, save these lines of Mrs. Hemans,
in which all the flower's endowments are found combined

" How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom,
Rose ! ever wearing beauty for thy dower !
The bridal day — the festival — the tomb —

Thou hast thy part in eadh, thou stateliest flower!

" Therefore, with thy soft breath come floating by
A thousand images of love and grief;
Dreams, filled with tokens of mortality.

Deep thoughts of all things beautiful and brief.

" Not such thy spells o'er those that hailed thee first
In the clear light of Eden's golden day ;
There thy rich leaves to crimson glory burst,
Linked with no dim remembrance of decay.

"Rose! for the banquet gathered, and the bier;
Rose ! coloured now by human hope or pain ;
Surely, where death is not, nor change, nor fear,
Yet we may meet thee, joy's own flower, again!"

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H A WTH ORN

(HOPE.)

IF the rose is the favourite of poets of all nations, this
delicious emblem of life-long hope is the especial darling-
of British bards ; and, although there is not a country in all
Europe where the common Hawthorn does not display its
scented snowy blossom, it is to the English anthology that
the florigraphists must refer for full and frequent descriptions
of its beauties and associations. From the days of dear old
Chaucer downwards has this chosen bride of May ever been
belauded by our poets and beloved by our people.

By the Greeks, Evelyn tells us, the hawthorn was deemed
one of the fortunate trees : they accounted it a symbol of the
conjugal union since the jovial shepherds carried it at the rape of
the Sabines, ever after considering it propitious. Its flowering
branches were borne aloft at their marriage celebrations, and
the newly-wedded pair were even lighted to the nuptial cham-
ber with torches of its wood. Lavish, indeed, were the floral
decorations of a Hellenic bridal ; for that clear-headed nation
fully sympathized with such feelings as Charlotte Smith ex-
presses when she hopes that

"Still may fancy's brightest flowers be wove
Round the gold chains of hymeneal love. "

This flower-loving folk still garland their brides with haw-
thorn wreaths, and strew the marriage altar with its bloomy
treasures.

In the " Odyssey," Homer represents Ulysses, on his return
to his native land, finding old Laertes, his father, seated in his
garden alone, having sent his men

"To search the woods for sets of flowery thorn,
Their orchards' bounds to strengthen and adorn.''

The Turks regard the presentation of a branch ol hawthorn

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as denoting the donor's desire to receive from the object of his
affection that token of love denominated a kiss.

In France, the hawthorn, amongst other suggestive titles, is
generally designated L'Epine noble, from the belief that it
furnished the crown of thorns which was placed upon the
Saviour's head previous to His crucifixion.

Singular to relate, unlike those of the roses, the thorns from
which this bush receives its common appellation, are often made
to disappear under the effects of cultivation.

Ronsard — sometimes styled the French Chaucer — wrote a
beautiful address to the hawthorn, thus faithfully rendered :

" Fair hawthorn flowering, " In merry Spring-tide,

With green shade bowering When to woo his bride

Along this lovely shade ; The nightingale comes again,

To thy foot around Thy boughs among

With his long arms wound He warbles his song,

A wild vine has mantled thee o'er. That lightens a lover's pain.

* * * « •

" In armies twain, " Gentle hawthorn, thrive,

Red ants have ta'en And, for ever alive,

Their fortress beneath thy stock ; May'st thou blossom as now in thy prime ;
And in clefts of thy trunk By the wind unbroke,

Tiny bees have sunk And the thunder-stroke,

A cell where honey they lock. Unspoiled by the axe of time."

Having heard what has been said of this shrub by the
French, let us hear what our own dear old English Chaucer
has to say about it. In his quaint, antique phraseology he
frequently alludes to its beauties ; thus, in his " Court of Love,"
does he tell how

" Furth goth all the Courte, both most and lest,
To fetche the flouris freshe, and braunche and blome.
And namely hauthome brought both page and grome,
With freshe garlandis partly blew and white,
And than rejoisin in their grete delight."

Then he still more sweetly sings :

'Amongst the many buds proclaiming May
(Decking the meads in holiday array.
Striving who shall surpass in bravery)
Mark the fair blooming of the hawthorn tice;
Who, finely clothed in a robe of white.
Feeds full the wanton eye with May's delight.
Yet for the bravery that she is in
Doth neither handle card nor wheel to spin,
Nor cliangeth robes but twice ; is never seen
In other colours than in white or green.

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51

Learn then, content, young shepherd, from this tree,
Whose greatest wealth is Nature's livery."

The scent of the hawthorn is proverbially sweet ; and this

same Dan Chaucer, in his " Complaint of the Black Knight,"

remarks :

" There sawe I growing eke the freshe hauthome,
In white motley, that so sote doeth ysmell."

In the olden days our jolly forefathers made great use of
this aromatic-smelling tree, which then, as now, was more
commonly known by its favourite name of "May," from its
flowering in that month. May, the queen of blossoms, was
greeted on her arrival with all the royal rejoicings that her
incoming deserved, and few, from sovereign down to poorest
peasant, but strove their best to pay her due honour. May
was kept universally, and, it is said, even the avenues of the
metropolis looked like bowers, from the boughs which each
man hung over his doorway. The young people of both sexes
went a-Maying, accompanied by bands of music ; people of
all ranks joined in the pastimes, from Bluff King Hal, who
rode a-Maying from Greenwich to Shooters' Hill, with Queen
Katharine and his merry Court ; indeed, " every man, except
impediment," as old Stowe quaintly remarks, "would walk
into the sweet meadows and green woods, there to rejoice
their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and
with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind." No
Oriental Feast of Roses was more sacredly observed or carried
out with greater glee than was the old English custom of May-
ing. Houses and churches were as habitually decked on May-
day with the blossom of the hawthorn, as they were at Christ-
mas with holly ; and, as Spenser tells us in his " Shepherd's
Calendar," would

Youth's folk now flocken everywhere,
To gather May-baskets and smelling breere;
And home they hasten the posts to dight,
And all the kirlc-pUlars ere daylight.
With hawthorn-buds, and sweet eglantine,
And garlands of roses, and sops-in-wine."

Herrick, in his " Hesperides," has a beautiful idyll descrip-
tive of the manner in which they went a-Maying in his days ;
and in it he thus invokes his mistress :

4—3

52 The Hawthorn.

" Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east.
Above an hour since, yet you are not dress'd —

Nay, not so much as out of bed,

When all the birds have matins said.

And sung their thankful hymns ; 't is sin,
. Nay, profanation, to keep in ;
Whereas a thousand virgins on this day
Spring sooner than the lark to fetch in May.
******
" Come, my Corinna ! come, and coming, mark
How each field turns a street — each street a park,

Made green, and trimm'd with trees ! see how

Devotion gives each house a bough

Or branch ! — each porch, each door, ere this

An ark, a tabernacle is.
Made up of whitethorn neatly interwove.
As if here were those cooler shades of love.

Can such delights be in the street

And open fields, and we not see 't?

Come, we '11 abroad, and let 's obey

The proclamation made for May,
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying,
But, my Corinna ! come, let 's go a-Maying.

" There 's not a budding boy or girl, this day.
But is got up and gone to bring in May;

A deal of youth, ere this, is come

Back, and with whitethorn laden home ;

Some have dispatched their cakes and cream

Before that we have left to dream ;
And some have wept and woo'd and plighted troth.
And chose their priest ere we can cast off sloth :

Many a green govm has been given.

Many a kiss, both odd and even ;

Many a glance, too, has been sent

From out the eye, love's firmament;
Many a jest told of the key's betraying
This night, and locks picked ; yet we 're not a-Maying.

" Come ! let us go while we are in our prime.
And take the harmless foUy of the time."

In these lines of the old Royalist parson-poet there is much
that will appear obscure to many of the present generation,,
but by contemporaries all his allusions were comprehended
and admired. These May-day morning practices are generally
supposed to have been the lingering remains of the rites insti-
tuted by the ancients in honour of Flora, to whom the last four
days of May were dedicated. The alteration in the calendar,
by throwing this innocent festival back twelve days, soon obli-
terated what fragments of it time had spared, because, when.

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May-day now arrives, the weather is mostly too inclement for
outdoor sports. Many an old villager may yet be found
lamenting the difference between the May-days of his youth
and those of to-day : in some out-of-the-way rural districts,
many years elapsed before folks submitted "to lose twelve
days out of their lives," as they deemed it.

In country places it was formerly the custom for lads and
lasses to get up soon after midnight, and, accompanied by
such music as the village afforded, to walk in a body to some
neighbouring wood ; there they gathered as many branches
and nosegays of flowers as they could carry, and then returned
home about sunrise in joyous procession, garlanded with flowers,
and laden with blossomy boughs, with which to decorate the
doors and windows. Shakspeare did not fail to note the eager-
ness with which May-day pastimes were looked forward to and
indulged in in his days, and remarks :

' "T is as much impossible,
Unless we swept them from the door with cannons,
To scatter 'em, as 't is to make 'em sleep
On May-day morning."

It has been seen how beautifully Herrick conjured his ladye-
love to go a-Maying ; and perhaps this more modern, though
less worthy, invocation may be used here — not so much for its
value as for its appropriateness :

"Oh, we will go a-Maying, love, And cowslips slim, 'mid leafy green,

A-Maying we will go, Rise in the unmown meads.

Beneath the branches swaying, love, And buttercups are weighing, love.

With weight of scented snow. The gold they soon must strow—

Laburnums' golden tresses, love, Where we will go a-Maying, love,

Float in the perfumed air; Where we will Maying go.
Which heedless their caresses, love.

Seeks violets in their lair ; " The hawthorn's bloom is fallmg, love,

And with their scents a-playine, Iovr, We must no longer wait;

It gambols to and fro — Each bird is blithely caJling, love.

Where we will go a-Maying, love, Unto his chosen mate;

Where we will Maying go. Each bud unblown is swelling, love,

Green grow the vernal fields ;

"The bees are busy humming, love. Each insect leaves its dwelling, love,

Amid the opening blooms. And all to Summer yields :

Foretelling Summer 's coming, love — The mowers are out haymg, love,

Farewell to wintry glooms. Woodbine is in full blow —

The primrose pale, from crinkly sheen, Where we will go a-Maying, love.

Up from the ground now speeds ; Where we will Maying go."

John Ingram.

54 The Hawthorn.

These pleasant diversions were not altogether confined to
the country, however, for, in those olden days, not a town, not
a city, not excepting the metropolis itself, but bocisted of its
Maypole. In London these Maypoles abounded, and the last
of them, which stood in the Strand, near Somerset House,
was not removed until 17 17. The early part of May-day was
spent in decorating these poles with garlanded hoops, with
ribbons, and with the flowers that had been gathered in the
early morn. When all was ready and a grassy mound erected,
some fair maiden was elected Queen of the May, was crowned
with flowers, and, with many other ceremonies equally pleasant
and innocent, was inducted into transient village royalty.

The following lines, entitled " The Village Queen," refer to
this pretty pastoral custom, now unfortunately almost obsolete,
except in very secluded districts :

"Begun to fall had hawthorn's snow

In scented showers upon the ground.
And almond blossoms now did strow

Their pinky petals all around ;
Her wavy hair the birch did fling

Out to the May- wind's warm caress ;
From ev'ry bough the birds did sing

Of Spring-tide in her vernal dress.

" So, tempted by the cloudless sky,

I through the village took a stroll,
To where I saw hoisted on high,

With garlands deck'd, a gay Maypole.
Upon the grass a merry group

Of boys and girls were dancing seen ;
And as before the pole they 'd troop,

They bow'd to one they called the Queen.

"Of gauzy white her simple dress,

Which they with garlands had enwound,
And on her youthful brow did press

The wrealii with which they her had crown 'd,
I gazed upon the fragile child

Who sat enthroned upon the green,
And watched her whilst she sweetly smU'd

On those who claimed her for their Queen.

"The roses in her cheeks were few;
Her little arms were wan and thin.
And violet veins did much peer thro'

The lily whiteness of her skin.
This little lass I knew full well
As only daughter of our Deanj

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As tender as the cowslip's bell —
Most worthy she to be their Queen.

" There was a little lad I spied.

Whose cheeks were red with ruddy health ;
He stood sedately by her side,

But every now and then, by stealth
Would whisper something in her ear,

To flush her face, so else serene,
And then draw back with bashful fear

That he 'd annoy'd tire Village Queen.

" It was a happy sight to see —

Each brow as sunny as the sky.
Till eve I joined their jubilee.

And then I left them with a sigh ;
Then homeward. When they all were gone.

One youthful pair I walked between ;
We parted on the emerald lawn

Before the house of our good Dean.

* * • * »

' ' The Autumn woods were burning brown.

The Autumn leaves were growing sere,
The beechen nuts were falling down

Upon the roadsides, dank and drear ;
The maple boughs were baring fast ;

No corn was in the fields to glean ;
I strode along — ^young Henry past,

And I asked of the Village Queen.

" No word he spoke, but took my hand,
And drew me on in silent gloom,
Until together we did stand

In the churchyard before a tomb ;
Upon the stone I sadly read

These simple words, ' Our Adeline ' ;
With choking voice then Henry said,

' There sleeps our darling Village Queen.' "

John Ingram.

Rare, indeed, are now these pleasant welcomings — these
pretty rustic customs, though yet the May-bough is hung ovei
some houses in Hertfordshire, and the Maypole lingers still
on the village greens of Wales. The remains of the old prac-
tices are, however, in most places confined to the small chap-
let of cowslips and bluebells which are borne by little timid
country girls or rosy urchins, whose young voices salute one
with " Please remember the May."

In a few rural spots of our country a May-day Queen is

56 The Hawthorn.

chosen and crowned with flowers, and the day kept as a holi-
day ; but this is only in remote villages, which old customs
still haunt. In some parts of Cornwall, May-day sports are
continued in almost their primitive fashion : the day is de-
voted to out-of-doors enjoyment ; and at Helston the youths
and maidens cover themselves with the snowy wreaths of spring,
and, preceded by the Queen of the May, dance merrily through
the houses, scattering flowers about them.

Tennyson, in his " May Queen " — that beautiful poem which
is said to have gained him the Laureateship — has immor-
talized the memory of this fastly-fading custom. A favourite
native singer, whose immense popularity might justly entitle
her to claim the appellation of " The Peoples' Laureate," has
given her country these melodious, stirring lines on the " Raising
of the Maypole " :

' ' My own land ! my own land ! where freedom finds her throne-land ;
Fair thou art, and rare thou art, to every true-bom son.
Though no gold ore veins thee, though no grape-juice stains thee.
We 've harvest fields, and quartered shields, well kept and nobly won.
And we have pleasant tales to tell.
And spot in many a native dell,
Which we may prize and love as well

As Troubadour his story.
The lilting troll and roundelay
Will never, never pass away.
That welcomed in the herald day

Of Summer's rosy glory.
And goodly sight of mirth and might,
In blood that gained us Cressy's fight,
Was hearts and eyes, all warm and bright
About the high and gay pole ;
When flower bedight, 'mid leaves and light,
Shouts echoed — as it reared upright —

Of ' Hurrah for merry England, and the raising of the Maypole t
When the good old times had carol rhymes,
With morris games and village chimes ;
When clovni and priest shared cup and feast,
And the greatest jostled with the least,
At the ' raising of the Maypole ! '

•' My brave land ! my brave land ! oh ! may'st thou be my grave-land ;
For firm and fond will be the bond that ties my heart to thee.
Wlien Summer's beams are glowing, when Autumn's gusts are blovring.
When Winter's clouds are snowing, thou art still right dear to me.
But yet, methinks, I love thee best
When bees are nurst on whitethorn breast.
When Spring-tide pours in, sweet and blest,
And joy and hope come dancing !

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When music from the feathered throng

Breaks forth in merry marriage song,

And mountain streamlets dash along,
Like molten diamonds glancing !

Oh ! pleasant 't is to scan the page,

Rich with the theme of bygone age.

When motley fool and learned sage
Brought garlands for the gay pole ;
When laugh and shout came ringing out
From courtly knight and peasant lout,

In ' Hurrah for merry England, and the raising of the Maypoie ! '
When the good old times had carol rhymes.
With morris games and village chimes ;
When clown and priest shared cujd and feast,
And the greatest jostled with the least,

At the ' raising of the Maypole !' " Eliza Cook.

This fragrant favourite of English poets is well worthy of its
reputation : its beauty and perfume are alike unsurpassed by
any of earth's "gemmy flowers," as Poe calls her floral' decora-
tions ; and truly we may style it the loveliest flower of the
loveliest month — it is, indeed, the scented diadem of the year.
Well may Shakspeare make Henry VI. ask :

" Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,
' Than doth a rich embroidered canopy
To kings?"

Milton has also remarked the adaptability of this bush tor
sheltering shepherds :

" And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale."

And then comes Goldsmith to speak of other tales told
beneath its shade ; for, whereas the author of " L' Allegro "
only intends to represent his shepherd as counting his sheep,
the author of the " Deserted Village " talks of fonder themes :

"The hawthorn-bush, with seats beneath the shade.
For talking age and whispering lovers made !
How often have I blessed the coming day,
When toil remitting lent its turn to play,
And all the village train, from labour free.
Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree.
While many a pastime circled in the shade,
The young contending, as the old surveyed."

How longingly we await the unfolding of the May-blossoin

58 7 HE Hawthorn.

— summer's scented harbinger! how tenderly both young and
old watch its growth, from when, in the beginning of April,

"Fringing the forest's devious edge,
Half-robed, appears the hawthorn hedge ;
Or to the distant eye displays
Weakly green its budding sprays ;

next, with what delight do all observe that

"The hawthorn every day
Spreads some little show of May ; "

and then what a warmth of summer happiness seems to flood
all hearts ! when, no longer doubtingly, we dare exclaim with
Warton :

" 'T is May, the Grace — confess'd she stands.
With branch of hawthorn in her hands ;
Lo ! near her trip the lightsome dews.
Their wings all ting'd in Iris' hues ;
With whom the powers of Flora play.
And paint with pansies all the way."

How exquisitely, and with what an under-current of pathos,
has MacCarthy portrayed these summer longings ! how much
is suggested that words have left unsaid ! List how one of the
sweetest melodies of the century begins :

"Ah I my heart is weary, waiting —

Waiting for the May :
Waiting for the pleasant rambles
Where the fragrant hawthorn br:imbles.
With the woodbine alternating,

Scent the dewy way.
Ah ! my heart is weary, waiting —

Waiting for the May 1 "

The common colour of these delicate blossoms is white,
frequently blushed with pink ; but there is a garden variety
with double flowers of a deep red. Poets constantly allude to
the petals of the bloom as summer snow, or as scented snow,
because of the manner in which the wind often scatters com-
plete clouds of them over the pathways and about the road-
sides, and also because of their fleecy, snow-like look amid
surrounding green hedges.

" Between the leaves, the silver whitethorn shows
Its dewy blossoms, pure as mountain snows. "

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Long after its ?it^cy flowers have faded, the hawthorn remains
one of our most ornamental shrubs, for its glossy green leaves
and bright scarlet berries form a very pretty picture, besides
providing shelter for some of our most melodious songsters :
these little warblers find an abundant supply of food in the
haws, as the berries are called. Lord Bacon, in his " Essays,"
observes that " a store of haws portend cold winters," and the
allegation is believed to be correct. The yellow-berried haw-
thorn is familiarly called the golden thorn, because its fruit is
golden-hued, and its young buds are of a bright yellow. The
Mexican thorn is said to have large yellow fruit, which might
rival the golden apples of the Hesperides in appearance. To
the wintry adornments of this bush Phillips prettily alludes :

"Long pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show,
While through the ice the crimson berries glow. "

The whitethorn has been revered as a sacred tree from the
earliest ages. Mr. Charles Hardwick, in a very interesting
paper on the "Customs of Christmas and Yule-tide," alludes at
some length to the presumed sanctity of this tree, and quotes
these remarks of a writer in the "Quarterly Review," on
" Sacred Trees and Flowers." " The whitethorn," he says, " is
one of the trees most in favour with the fairies ; and, both in
Brittany and in some parts of Ireland, it is held unsafe to
gather even a leaf from certain old and solitary thorns which
grow in sheltered hollows of the moorland, and are the fairies'
trysting-places. But no evil ghost dares to approach the white-
thorn." This same writer presumes that the legendary sanctity
of this tree arose from the belief that the crown of thorn wili
which Christ was crowned was made from its branches ; but
Mr. Hardwick gives ample proof of its having been held in re-
ligious esteem long prior to the existence of Christianity. Sir
John Maundeville, the brave old English traveller, thus gives
the tradition referred to : " Then was our Lord led into a
garden .... and the Jews scorned Him, and made Him a
crown of the branches of the Aub4pine, that is, whitethorn, which
grew in the same garden, and set it on His head. . And there-
fore hath the whitethorn many virtues. For he that beareth
a branch on him thereof, no thunder, or manner of tempest,
may hurt him ; and in the house that it is in may no evil
ghost enter."

Co T^E Hawthorn.

In fables, too ancient to fix their origin, this tree is said to
have sprung from the lightning. The celebrated " Glastonbury
Thorn," which was a variety of the common hawthorn, instead
of blooming in May, blossomed in winter, and was firmly
believed to blow regularly on Christmas-day. The original
bush was said to have been the staff of St. Joseph of Arimathea
— popularly supposed to have been the founder of the first
Christian church in England. On his arrival at Glastonbury
with a few companions (so runs the old legend), he determined
to settle there, and, as a proof of the divinity of his mission,
he struck his dry hawthorn staff into the ground, and imme-
diately it put forth branches and blossomed. This happened
on Christmas-day ; and ever aftenvards, on the anniversary of
the miracle, the tree, despite the coldness of the season, put
forth flowers, until the Puritans cut it down. This did not,
however, eradicate the superstition ; for a stock derived, or said
to be derived, from the original, was planted in the neighbour-
hood, and by many country folks is still steadfastly asserted
to bloom on Twelfth-day — the old-style Christmas-day — as a
protest against the alteration of the calendar.

The flowers of this wonderful thorn were formerly exported
as valuable relics ; and in Collinson's " History of Somerset-
shire " it is stated that this tree was much sought after by the
credulous ; and, though a common thorn, Queen Anne, King
James, and many of the nobility of the realm — even when the
times of monkish superstition had ceased — gave large sums of
money for small cuttings from the original.

The progeny of this supernatural plant are said to retain the
miraculous propensity ; and Mr. Wilkinson, of Burnley, speak-
ing of some of the wonderful trees still existing in Lancashire,
says that in his vicinity many persons will yet travel a con-
siderable distance in order to witness the periodic blossoming.

Miss Pratt tells of a hawthorn in the Arboretum of Kew
Gardens which " is often covered with its white clusters while
the snow surrounds it."

Credulous as old Culpepper was, he refused to believe in so
Papistical a legend, "since," he remarks, "the like may be found
in divers other places of this land." He did not hesitate,
however, to assign many marvellous powers to the hawthorn,
gravely asserting that, " if cloths and sponges be wet in the dis-

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tilled water of the flower, and applied to any place wherein
thorns and splinters, or the like, do abide in the flesh, it will
notably draw them forth. And thus, you see, the thorn gives
a medicine for its own pricking, and so doth almost everything
else."

Probatiwi est, worthy old professor of physic and astrology.

Myrtle.

(LOVE.)

THE Myrtle, like the rose, is generally considered symbolic
of love, and by the Greeks and Romans was consecrated
to Venus, around whose temples they planted groves of it ;
and, when the votaries of this goddess sacrificed to her, they,
like her attendant Graces, wore myrtle chaplets. M)^hologists
assert that she, the Goddess of Beauty, was crowned by the
Hours with a wreath of this plant when she sprang from the
foam of the sea, and also that her head was decked with it
when Paris awarded her the golden apple, the prize for supre-
macy of beauty. Once, when surprised by a troop of satyrs
as she emerged from her bath, she found shelter behind the
foliage of a myrtle ; and it was with bunches of the same plant
that she caused the unfortunate Psyche to be chastised, for
having been so audacious as to compare her earthly charms
with the celestial beauty of her mother-in-law. It was under
the name of Myrtilla that Venus was worshipped in Greece.

This shrub is supposed to have derived its name from Myr-
sine, an Athenian maiden, and favourite of Minerva, said to
have been metamorphosed into the myrtle; at any rate, it
owes its origin to a Greek word signifying perfume. Why this
plant was dedicated to Venus remains an unsolved query :
some fancy because it often grows near that goddess's natal
element, the sea, and others because the fragrant and. perma-
nent nature of its foliage might seem to render it a suitable
tribute to the Goddess of Beauty.

" Sacred to Venus is the myrtle shade,"

says the poet, and, as such, it obtained great repute with the
ancient Greeks and Romans,

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Not only was this plant environed with the sanctity of love,
but its beauty and fragrance likewise rendered it a favourite
with several nations of antiquity, who gave particular attention
to odorous shrubs. With the Jews the myrtle is a symbol of
peace, and, with that signification attached to it, many allusions
are to be found in the Old Testament. The common myrtle,
which grows plentifully in Judea, is the plant referred to in the
Scriptures, but there are many varieties of it. One variety,
frequently called the Broad-leaved Jews' Myrtle, is in much
regard amongst this people, and is ofttimes used in those re-
ligious ceremonies which, through weal or woe, they have so
tenaciously kept up. This broad-leaved variety, to which some
especial veneration appears attached, is cultivated by nursery-
men, who supply it exclusively to their Hebrew customers, so
that, in this country at least, it can only be procured at con-
siderable trouble and expense.

Emblematic of its pacific meaning is that vision of Ze-
chariah's, wherein that prophet beheld the angel who foretold
the restoration of Israel standing in the midst of myrtles.
Nehemiah, when exhorting the people to go forth and gather
" the boughs of goodly trees " for use at their annual Feast of
the Tabernacles, includes myrtle-branches ; and Isaiah, when
desirous of representing the blessings that would accrue to the
world under the peaceful reign of Christ, pictures that "Instead
of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the briar
shall come up the myrtle."

All Oriental nations have a passionate fondness for this
flowering shrub ; and Mr. Lane remarks that it rivals the
violet in the esteem of the Arabs, who have a tradition that
Adam, when expelled from Paradise, brought the myrtle— the
chief of sweet-scented flowers — into the world with him. With
the Greeks, this flower was much admired : their groves, so
renowned in song, were fragrant with its perfume, which the
richness of the climate rendered far stronger than in ours.
The Athenian magistrates wore chaplets of myrtle, as symbols
of their authority ; and conquerors, who during their triumphs
had obtained a bloodless victory, were allowed to entwine
their laurel wreaths with sprigs of myrtle. _^

Miss Pratt, in her work on " Flowers and their Associations,
thus speaks of the prevalent use of the myrtle for typical

64 The Myrtle.

purposes : " The magisterial wreaths were composed by some
of those artists whose profession it was to form garlands and
to construct letters, the flowers of which should be symbolical
of different ideas. The meaning of these wreaths, or epistles,
was as fully understood by the great body of the people as
the language of flowers is recognized in the Eastern harem.
The wild olive, or wreath of laurel or parsley, which crowned
the brow of the successful combatant, appealed to the imagi-
nation of his countrymen, and was deemed by the Grecian
hero as a well-understood token of applause. It was with the
desire of giving to the dead that which they had loved in
life, that the ancients crowned the corpse with myrtle. The
practice was long continued, till the Fathers of the Church
at length forbade it, because it was taken from the heathen
people ; but so old and pleasing a custom — one which ex-
pressed so well the feelings of the mourner — was not easily
done away with, and the remains of it reached, in our own
land, even down to the present century, when the dead were
enwreathed with flowers, or a chaplet hung up in the church
or laid upon the tomb."

The Romans, with whom, indeed, floral ceremonies did not
always exhibit the same purity and delicacy that they did with
their predecessors, seem to have had as great a fondness for
the myrtle as had the Hellenes. " The myrtle blooming on the
sea-beat shore" was deemed by them emblematical oi festivity,
because, it is supposed, they steeped it in their wine, in the
belief that it improved its flavour and added to its invigorat-
ing properties. The invalid, too, hoped for restoration to health
by using its berries medicinally. Sometimes, at Rome, the
myrtle garland was woven with the laurel on the conqueror's
triumphant brow, in honour of Venus and Mars ; and on the
1st of April the Roman ladies were accustomed to bathe beneath
the myrtle-trees, and, crowned with their leaves, proceed thence
to the shrine of Venus, and offer sacrifice.

As a rule, Italians appear suspicious of perfumes ; but it is
stated that the Roman ladies still retain a strong predilection
for the scent of this flower, and are said to prefer its odour to
that of the most fragrant essences ; impregnating their baths
with a water distilled from its leaves, persuaded that the plant
of Venus must be favourable to beauty.

The Myrtle. 65

Virgil, in his "Pastorals," alludes to the fragrance of the
myrtle-blossom in these terms :

"Thee, O myrtle, I will pluck, and next the laurel place,
For, thus arranged, thou 'It mingle sweet perfumes I "

The same author, in his " Georgics," notices this flower's fond-
ness for the sea-shore — a fondness that has supplied the poets
with many a simile. Amongst other properties that Virgil
also assigns to this plant is its adaptibility for the manufacture
of weapons, as

" The war from stubborn myrtle shafts receives.''

It was formerly much valued for this purpose, for its dura-
bility, and, even now, the Portuguese consider its wood the
hardest which grows.

Amongst the ancient writers who speak of its symbolism is
Pliny : he records that the Romans and Sabines, when they
were reconciled, laid down their weapons under a myrtle-tree,
and purified themselves with its boughs. When Harmodius
and Aristogiton set forth to free their country from hereditary
monarchy, their swords were wreathed with myrtle.

Thus hymns Moore, in a higher flight than is usual with him,
when his young hero is contemning the indolent and effemi-
nate luxury around him :

" It was not so, land of the generous thought.
And daring deeds thy god-like sages taught ;
It was not thus, in bowers of wanton ease.
Thy freedom nursed her sacred energies ;
Oh ! not beneath the enfeebling, withering glow
Of such dull luxury did those myrtles grow.
With which she wreathed her sword when she would dare
Immortal deeds ; but in the bracing air
Of toil, of temperance, and of that high, rare.
Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe
Life, health, and lustre into freedom's wreath. ''

Herrick, who was as apt as Milton himself at a classic allusion,
thus off"ers to propitiate Venus :

"Goddess, I do love a girl,
Ruby lipp'd and tooth'd with pearl;
If so be I may but prove
Lucky in this maid I love,
I will promise there shall be
Myrtles offered up to thee. "

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As the lily is coupled with the rose, so is the myrtle with

the bay ; but, here the former of the twain appears to be

the poet's favourite. Drayton, in his " Muses' Elysium," has

gathered a number of emblematical garlands, and appropriately

enough makes

"The lover with the myrtle sprays
Adorn his crisped tresses."

In an exquisite passage in Keats' " Sleep and Poetry,'' that
poet tells of

" A myrtle, fairer than
E'er grew in Paphos, from the bitter weeds
Lifts its sweet head into the air, and feeds
A silent space with ever-sprouting green.
All tenderest birds there find a pleasant screen.
Creep through the shade vrith noisy fluttering,
Nibble the little cupped flowers, and sing. "

Leigh Hunt, translating from Catullus, speaks of

" A myrtle-tree in flower,
Taken from an Asian bower.
Where, with many a dewy cup,
Nymphs in play had nursed it up."

Poetic allusions to this favourite flower — this emblem of
" Love, the lord of all " — might be multiplied to infinity ; for
who is there that loves it not that knows it, and, knowing it,
does not praise its loveliness .-' Not only are its blossoms so
beautiful, but, even when flowerless, the deep, lustrous green
of its foliage gains the admiration of all beholders, and reminds
one of what Professor Wilson (of " Noctes Ambrosianse " fame)
remarked : " They are shrubs, whose leaves of light have no
need of flowers."

Evelyn informs us that myrtles were introduced into England
long before the invention of greenhouses ; but in that case, our
forefathers must have had some method of sheltering them
from the cold, which was apparently more severe in former
times than at present ; and yet, now-a-days, it is only in the
warmer counties, such as Cornwall and Devonshire, of our
uncongenial and ever varying clime, that it can stand un-
defended the test of winter. Those beautiful and fragrant
myrtle hedges which ancient and modern authors have so
frequently dilated upon, are only to be found beneath the ever
blue and cloudless skies of sunnier climes than ours. It is in

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Africa, in Oriental lands, or in Southern Europe, that we must
seek those shining myrtle groves of which the poets sing.
"The shrub consecrated to love," says a French traveller,
" forms, in Candia, hedges and thickets, and is so common
that it might almost be considered as the bramble of the
country." The beautiful enclosed gardens of the Cape of Good
Hope are adorned with hedges of myrtle : their blooming
beauties waving over the head of the passenger, they unite
their fragrance with the odoriferous exhalations from the
orange and lemon-trees, so abundant in that clime.

In the Canary Isles the myrtle flourishes in profusion, grow-
ing to a considerable height, and is found, it is stated, at an
elevation of 3,000 feet above the level of the sea. It is not so
abundant as formei'ly, however, the Portuguese having cut down
such enormous quantities for use on saints' festivals, and other
religious or public ceremonies. The myrtle hedges in Italy
are described as surpassingly fragrant, whilst in Switzerland
the uses to which this plant is put are numberless. The vola-
tile oil extracted from the leaves of the myrtle is extremely
astringent, and, being thought to have considerable effect in
improving the hair, is a frequent ingredient in a pomade em-
ployed for that purpose. A diverting story illustrative of this
plant's astringent nature is related in the " Dictionnaire Portatif
d'Histoire Naturelle." By chance, a gentleman was left a few
minutes in a lady's boudoir, and, to occupy his spare time,
began investigating the vases that were placed about the
apartment : he discovered in one some myrtle pomade, and
with a curiosity worthy of a son of Eve, put some of it upon
his lips, placing himself meanwhile before a mirror, in order
to see the effects of the presumed beautifier. The lady en-
tering suddenly, disturbed his proceedings, and when he
attempted to hide his confusion by addressing her, to his
dismay he found his mouth tightly closed by the pomade's
adhesive property. A sudden glance at the vase revealed to
the lady the cause of his embarrassment, and produced an
uncontrollable burst of laughter at the indiscreet youth's
expense. Such ludicrous anecdotes of the self-styled "lords
of creation " serve well " to point a moral or adorn a tale."

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Jasmine.

(AMIABILITY.)

MANY florigraphical significations are attached to this
exquisitely scented flower, but the most reliable works
adopt it as the representative of amiability.

The favourite kind is the Spanish jasmine, so called because
it is believed to have been first introduced into Europe, in 1560,
by some Spaniards, who brought it from the East Indies. The
flowers are of a blush-red outside and blush within ; they bloom
at the same time as the Indian, the blossoms of which are of
a bright yellow, and are very fragrant. The common white
jasmine is an exceedingly elegant plant, and is not surpassed
in fragrance or beauty by any of the species. It is this flower
which Cowper delineates as

" The jasmine throwing wide her elegant sweets,
The deep dark green of whose unvarnished leaf
Makes more conspicuous and illumines more
The bright profusion of her scattered stars "

The delicate beauty and delicious scent of this flower ren-
dered it a valuable acquisition to the European Flora, and for
some time it was only possessed by the high and mighty. The
following romantic story of its becoming more generally known
is related by Loudon:

In 1699, the Grand Duke of Tuscany obtained a specimen
of jasmine of Goa, with large double blossoms and of exquisite
scent. Greedy of its beauties, he would not allow it to be pro-
pagated ; but his gardener contrived to carry a sprig of it to
his betrothed on her birthday, and fully explained to her how
to cultivate it. It grew rapidly, and being much admired, the
girl was able to sell cuttings of it at a high price. By these
means she soon amassed enough money to enable her to wed

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her lover, who had hitherto been compelled to remain in a state
of single wretchedness, for want of means to alter his condi-
tion. In memory of this love-legend, Tuscan girls wear a
nosegay of jasmine on their wedding-day; and, says the pro-
verb, " she who is worthy to wear a nosegay of jasmine is as
good as a fortune to her husband."

The Hindoos, who use odoriferous flowers in their sacrifices,
particularly value the jasmine for this purpose, and mostly
combine it with the flower which they call zambuk.

Jasmine is most profusely cultivated in Italian gardens. In
the East it is carefully tended for the sake of its stem, out of
which the luxurious Orientals manufacture their pipes. In
Arabia Felix the women strip the blossoms of this plant from
their stalks, and wear them in their hair for ornaments.

One of the shrubs of which Milton formed the bower of
Adam and Eve in Paradise was jasmine ; and Moore, in an
allusion to night-blooming flowers, thus sweetly introduces this
favourite blossom:

"Many a perfume breathed
From plants that wake when others sleep ;
From timid ja.smine-buds that keep
Their odour to themselves all day,
But when the sunlight dies away
Let the delicious secret out
To every breeze that roams about."

Churchill states that it is

" The jasmine, with which the queen of flowers,
To charm her god, adorns his favourite bowers ;
Which brides, by the plain hand of neatness drest, —
Unenvied rival ! — ^wear upon the breast ;
Sweet as the incense of the mom, and chaste
As the pure zone which circles Dian's waist."

St. Pierre, in his " Studies of Nature," speaking of the Caro-
lina jasmine — the token of separation, — says that that tiny
feathered fairy, the humming-bird, builds his nest in one of
the leaves of this plant, which he rolls up into the form of a
cone : he finds his subsistence in its red flowers, resembling
those of the foxglove, the nectareous glands of which he licks
with his tongue ; he squeezes into them his little body, which
looks in these flowers like an emerald set in coral, and some-
times gets so far that he may be caught in this situation.

70 Jasmine.

The perfumes emitted by plants are so much stronger in
tropical climes than in our own land, that when Europeans
first visit India they are quite overpowered by the influence of
many of them, especially of the large jasmine. The early
fragrance of these flowers is described as delicious, one au-
thority stating that even the dews are impregnated with their
odour, rendering a morning walk delightful. In the Orient,
jasmine is deemed emblematic of the sweets of friendship. It
is a very favourite flower with the Hindoo ladies, who perfume
their apartments and their hair with the blossoms of the large
flowering kind, known as the champdca. Sir William Jones
says the Brahmins of this province insist that the blue campac
flowers only in Paradise ; and in Marsden's " Sumatra " we
read that the Sultan of Menangcabow keeps the flower cham-
pdca that is blue and to be found in no other country but his,
being yellow elsewhere ; and in allusion to this flower Moore
says:

"A tear-drop glistened

Within his eyelids, like the spray

From Eden's fountain, when it lies
On the blue flower which, Brahmins say.

Blooms nowhere but in Paradise. "

The golden-coloured champac, of which Niebuhr speaks,
Moore, in his " Lalla Rookh," thus sweetly introduces :

"The maid of India, blest again to hold
In her full lap the champack's leaves of gold,
Thinks of the time when, by the Ganges' flood.
Her little playmates scattered many a bud
Upon her long black hair, with glassy gleam
Just dripping from the consecrated stream."

In his notes to the above poem, Moore remarks that the
appearance of the blossom of the gold-coloured campac, or
jasmine, on the black hair of the Hindoo women, has supplied
the Sanscrit poets with many elegant allusions. It cannot be
denied that this exquisitely scented flower supplied the Irish
Anacreon himself with many beautiful comparisons ; what
sweeter could he say of Arabian brides than that they are

"As delicate and fair
As the white jasmine flowers they wear " ?

Of this last-named plant Sir J. E. Smith relates the follow-
ing anecdote: A Pope having dreamed that a great quantity

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of snow had fallen on a particular spot during the month of
August, upon discovering that his dream had actually been
realized, built in commemoration the Borghese Chapel at
Rome, and directed that on the anniversary of the day a repre-
sentation of a snow-shower should be given to the congrega-
tion throughout the service. The mimic snow was made of
the lovely and fragrant flowers of the white jasmine ; but, it
is said, the anticipation of the effect of their powerful odour
deterred the ladies of Rome from honouring the ceremony
with their attendance.

Vervain.

(YOU ENCHANT ME.)

VERVAIN, or wild verbena, has been the floral symbol of
enchantment from time immemorial. It was styled
" sacred herb " by the Greeks, who ascribed a thousand mar-
vellous properties to it, not the least of which was its power
of reconciling enemies. Under the influence of this belief,
they, as did also the Romans, sent it by their ambassadors on
treaties of peace ; and, whenever they dispatched their heralds
to offer terms of reconciliation, renewal or suspension of hos-
tilities, one of them invariably bore a sprig of vervain. In
his " Muses' Elysium," Drayton calls it " holy vervain," and
thus speaks of it:

" A wreath of vervain heralds wear
Amongst our garlands named.
Being sent that weighty news to bear
Of peace or war proclaimed. "

Peoples of antiquity also frequently used this plant in various
kinds of divinations, sacrifices, and incantations; and its spe-
cific name of verbena originally signified a herb used to deco-
rate altars. Ben Jonson, who was never happier than in a
classic allusion, says,

"Bring your garlands, and with reverence place
The vervian on the altar."

It was much valued by the Druids, being regarded by them
as only second to the mistletoe : they used it largely in their
divinations and casting of lots. Many impressive ceremonies
were practised, and sacrifices offered to the Earth, before they
cut this sacred plant. This was in the spring, and according
to priestly orders, vervain was to be gathered about the rising
of the Great Dog Star, but so as neither sun nor moon be at

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that time above the earth to see it. It was likewise ordained
for those who collected it, " that before they take up the herb,
they bestow upon the ground where it groweth, honey with
the combs, in token of satisfaction and amends for the wrong
and violence done in depriving her of so holy a herb."

The sacred character of this herb still reigned paramount
during the middle ages. In those gay days when fairy folk
were accustomed

"To dance their ringlets to the whistling wind,"

and hold " their revels all the luscious night," the vervain was
greatly prized, and used in the composition of manifold charms
and love-philtres. It was also deemed of exceeding value
for medicinal purposes, and Culpepper assigns more curative
virtues to it than a whole pharmacopoeia of these degenerate
days affords. It was suspended round the neck as an amulet,
and was deemed a sovereign remedy for venomous bites and
all kinds of wounds. Sir William Davenant, in his poem of
" Gondibert," alludes to its curative powers :

"Black melancholy rusts, that fed despair

Through wounds' long rage, with sprinkled vervain cleared ;
Strewed leaves of willow to refresh the air,

And with rich fumes his sullen senses cheered. "

Although in these stern matter-of-fact times we have lost

"The enchantments, the delights, the visions all,
The elfin visions that so blessed the sight
In the old days romantic, "

yet are still preserved many of the

" Beautiful fictions of our fathers, wove
In superstition's web when Time was young,
And fondly loved and cherished;"

and amongst the few of these fond fancies not yet obliterated
from the busy brains of men, are some of those connected
with this emblem of enchantment. In some country districts
this small insignificant flower still retains a portion of its old
renown, and old folks tie it round the neck to charm away the
ague : with many it still has the reputation of securing affec-
tion from those who take it to those who administer it ; and
still in some parts of France do the peasantry continue to

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Vervain.

gather the vervain, with ceremonies and words known only to
themselves, and to express its juices under certain phases of
the moon. At once the doctors and conjurors of their village,
they alternately cure the complaints of their masters or fill
them with dread ; for the same means which relieve their ail-
ments enable them to cast a spell on their cattle and on the
hearts of their daughters. They insist that this power is given
to them by vervain, especially when the damsels are young
and handsome. Thus vervain is still the plant of spells and
enchantments, as it was amongst the ancients.

This little lilac roadside flower, although it is very common,
is said to never be found at a greater distance than half a mile
from the habitations of man. Dr. Withering has dispelled this
pleasant fiction, and states that he found it in plenty at the
foot of St. Vincent's rocks.

O R AN GE-B LO S S OM.

(CHASTITY.)

ORANGE-BLOSSOM is generally deemed typical of chas-
tity, because of it being custonaary for brides to wear
a wreath of it on their wedding-day. The practice, though
still retained in some countries, is not so fashionable here as
formerly ; nevertheless, bridal bonnets frequently display an
artificial spray of these flowers. In his "Ode to Memory,"
Tennyson alludes to the custom of using these blossoms at
nuptials thus :

" Like a bride of old.

In triumph led,

With music and sweet showers

Of festal flowers.
Unto the dwelling she must sway."

The wax-hued blossoms of the syringa are often mistaken
and used in this country for those of " the starry orange-tree "
— a tree which, from the fact of its being one of those rare
productions of nature, bearing at the same time foliage, flowers,
and fruit, has been made the emblem oi generosity. Mason's
poem of the " English Garden " introduces the favourite thus
prodigally adorned :

"Where the citron sweet
And fragrant orange, rich in fruit and flowers,
Might hang their silver stars, their golden globes.
On the same odorous stem. "

Moore, in his sweet story of " Paradise and the Peri," makes
a somewhat similar allusion, but draws a vciy different moral
from the combination :

"Just then, beneath some orange-trees,
Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze
Were wantoning together, free.
Like age at play with infancy."

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These lovely, sweet-scented flowers, which have so much to
do with blushing brides and bridal ceremonies, would certainly
hold a foremost place in those fresh flowers which Mrs. Hemans
bids us bring with which to crown the maid :

' ' Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear !
They were bom to blush in her shining hair.
She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth,
She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth;
Her place is now by another's side —
Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride."

And then, the espousals being over, and the rare and radiant
maiden able to say,

" The ring is on my finger,

And the wreath is on my brow, "

how appropriate will this sweet little song by the late Ella
Ingram seem :

" My little bird, my pretty bird. Within that bright and glowing isle,

Thou once wast wild and free, 'Mid flowers thou 'It live no more — ■

And gaily then thy voice was heard And yet my bird, beneath my smile,

In the starry orange-tree. Sings sweeter than before.
Beneath deep skies of glowing blue

Thy golden plumes would float, " My pretty bird, my golden bird,

And fragrant flowers of pearly hue I once was wild and free :

Contrasted with thy coat. 1° song my voice was often heard.

And sunshine dwelt with me.

" Alas ! my bird, in sunshine drest, But now I 'm caged, my pretty bird.

No more thou art wild and free ; And now must rove no more,

No more thou 'It find thy little nest And yet my heart, my golden bird.

In the dark green orange-tree. Beats happier than before. "

The fruit of the orange-tree is deemed typical of abundance,
and is supposed to be the golden apple of the mythologists.
Spenser and Milton both assume it to be the veritable article
in question, and in these stanzas of the " Faerie Queene," the
poet evidently speaks of the orange:

"Next thereunto did grow a goodly tree,

With branches broad dispread and body great,
Clothdd with leaves, that none the wood might see,
And laden all with fruit, as thick as thick might be.

"The fruit were golden apples glistering bright.
That goodly was their glory to Dehold ;
On eartli no better grew, nor living wight
E'er better saw, but they from hence * were sold.

• The garden of Proserpina.

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For those which Hercules, with conquest bold,
Got from great Atlas' daughters, hence began,

And planted there, did bring forth fruit of gold.
And those with which th' Eubcean young man wan [won]
Swift Atalanta, when, through craft, he her outran.

" Here also sprang that goodly golden fruit
With which Acontins got his lover true.
Whom he had long time sought with fruitless suit ;
Here eke that famous golden apple grew.
The which among the gods false Ate threw.
For which th' Idasan ladies disagreed,

TUl partial Paris deem'd it Venus' due.
And had [of her] fair Helen for his meed.
That many noble Greeks and Trojans made to bleed."

The latter epicist, in the fourth book of "Paradise Lost,"
introduces the orange-tree into his fabled groves as one

" Whose fruit, burnished with golden lind,
Hung amiable, Hesperian fables true.
If true, here only, and of delicious taste."

Those who know not, and would know, all the various legends
alluded to in these lines, should at once resort to the pages of
their "Lempriere," or, if desirous of a fuller story, to the
" Metamorphoses " of old Ovid. This fruit was doubtless the
golden apple presented by Jove to Juno on the day of their
nuptials, so ancient is its connection with bridal ceremonies.

According to the poets and mythologists, these precious
apples only grew in the gardens of the Hesperides, where they
were preserved from all intruders by a guard of never-sleeping
dragons. It was one of the twelve labours of Hercules to
obtain some of them. These, again, were the golden apples
given by Venus to the venturesome Hippomenes, by means of
which he won Atalanta. Probably Spenser's opinion was just,
and this was the fruit whose bestowal upon Venus gave origin
to the Trojan war, as it was also the instrument by which the
crafty Acontius obtained his spouse. What numberless legends,
poems, and fables are indeed associated with its bright, auri-
ferous hue, its glossy leaves, and its exquisitely perfumed
flowers ! What dreams of future happiness, what memories of
bygone bliss, are connected with its symbolic blossoms ! How
gratefully should the man who first introduced the orange-tree
into Europe be remembered, and what honours does his me-
mory deserve! But, alas! what uncertainty obscures the never-

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ought-to-be-forgotten benefactor of his kind ! Mickle, in the
prefatory matter to his translation of Camoens' " Luciad," re-
marks that the famous John de Castro, the Portuguese con-
queror in Asia, was said to have been the first who brought
the orange-tree to Europe, and to have esteemed this gift to
his country as the greatest of his actions. He adds that orange-
trees are still preserved at Cintra as memorials of the place
where he first planted that valuable fruitage. Evelyn's account
of the introduction of the first China orange-tree which ap-
peared in Europe is that it was sent as a present to the old
Count Mellor, then Prime Minister to the King of Portugal.

In her pretty address to the humming-bird, the feathered
fairy of the New World, Charlotte Smith alludes to this bril-
liant member of the floral court, thus :

' ' There, lovely bee-bird ! may'st thou rove
Through spicy vale and citron grove,
And vfoo and win thy fluttering love

With plume so bright ;
There rapid fly, more heard than seen,
'Mid orange-boughs of polished green.
With glowing fruit, and flowers between

Of purest white."

C A M P H I R E.

(FRAGRANCE.)

IF the West can now vaunt of the beauty and fragrance of
its roses and carnations, the East alone can boast of the
Camphire, which pleases alike by loveliness and odour. Its
light green foliage, the pretty mixture of white and yellow in
its clusters of blossoms, and the red hue of its little flower-
stalks, render it as grateful to the eye as to the smell. It is
the favourite flower of Egyptian ladies, who deck themselves
with its blossoms, embellish their apartments with them, carry
them to their bath, continually hold them in their hand ; in a
word, perfume their persons with their delicious perfume, so
that the Prophet's praise, " My beloved is unto me as a cluster
of camphire," may be considered as rather more than a figura-
tive expression. At Cairo, it is said, clusters of these flowers
may be seen hanging to the ceilings of houses, where they not
only please the eye, but purify the air. Egyptian women have
such an intense love of camphire that they would willingly
appropriate it exclusively to their own use, and are extremely
jealous of Christian and Hebrew women partaking of it with
them. From its leaves is produced the admired orange-coloured
dye with which they stain certain parts of their hands and
feet. This custom, however, is very prevalent, not only in
Egypt, but in several other countries of the East, which are
largely supplied with henna, as the Orientals call the camphire,
from the Nile's fruitful banks.

The practice of staining the nails with henna is alluded to
in all works of Eastern travel, and it is from this habit that
the plant is made the emblem of artifice. In the " Story of
Prince Futtun in Bahardanush," it is said, "they tinged the
ends of the fingers scarlet with henna, so that they resembled
branches of coraL" And, in his poem of the " Veiled Prophet

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of Khorassan," Moore has thus daintily availed himself of the
comparison :

" While some bring leaves of henna, to imbue
The fingers' ends with a bright roseate hue,
So bright, that in the mirror's depth they seem
Like tips of coral-branches in the stream."

As the henna is so little known in Western lands, a short
description may not be deemed altogether foreign to the pur-
pose of this book. It is a tall shrub, with the bark of the stem
and branches of a deep grey. The leaves are of a lengthened
oval form, opposite to each other, and of a faint green colour.
The flowers grow at the extremities of the branches in long
and tufted bouquets, supported by small red stalks, which give
a very brilliant aspect to the plant, contrasting as they do with
the delicate white and yellow of which the blossoms, collected
in long clusters like the lilac, are coloured.

Lane, in his work on " Egypt and the Egyptians," says that
the Egyptian henna is pronounced more excellent than the
rose ; and Mahomet said, " The chief of the sweet-scented
flowers of this world and of the next is the faghiyeh" this
being the bloom he meant. " I approve of his taste," adds
Lane, " for this flower has most delicious fragrance."

Sometimes the kupros, as the Greeks call this plant, grows
on the hills of the islands in the Grecian Archipelago, pouring
its sweetness on the vales beneath, " stealing and giving odour "
to the passing airs of " the sweet south." Its blossoms, when
gathered, are the favourites of the Hellenic women, who re-
tain an ancestral fondness for flowers, and use them in pro-
fusion.

The Hindoo maidens dye their nails with henna as soon as
they are betrothed, which is generally at a very early age ; they
also use it to colour the soles of their feet and the palms of
their hands. The practice of usihg this dye appears to be very
ancient, from the circumstance that the mummies of Egypt
have often their nails covered with the red paste of the henna.

The aged Mahommedans frequently perfume their beards
by holding the face over the vapour arising from a preparation
of this odoriferous bloom, and this was doubtless the perfume
which, poured upon Aaron's beard, was in its sweetness com-
pared by the Psalmist to the delights of fraternal affection.

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An extract prepared from the dried leaves of this plant is
used by Oriental races on visits and festive occasions, and is
profusely employed in their religious ceremonies.

In Egypt the henna flowers are hawked about the streets
for sale, and the vendor, as he proceeds, cries aloud, "Oh,
odours of Paradise ! Oh, flowers of the henna !"

Miss Pratt, in her " Flowers and their Associations," intro-
duces some lines of her own, in which this beloved bloom of
the Orient is alluded to:

"She read of isles renowned in song.

Of sides of cloudless blue,
And flowery plants which all year long

Wore tints of brightest hue ;
' Of vine-clad' groves and myrtle shades,

And hiUs with verdure clad.
Where rose and henna ever made

The fragrant earth seem glad;
.And as she read, the dreamer fair
Sat, wishing that her home was there."

Anemone.

(Wn'HERED HOPKS.— FORSAKEN.'*

THOSE matter-of-fact people who will always have a pro
ready for their old gossips' con, assert that this flower de-
rives its name from anemos, the Greek word for wind, and say
thence came our poetical appellation of "the wind-flower."
The glorious ancients, however, tell us that the anemone was
formerly a nymph beloved by Zephyr, and that Flora, jealous
of her beauty, banished her from her Court, and finally trans-
formed her into the flower that now bears her name. Rapin
makes use of this story in his Latin poem, " The Gardens," as
he does also of another oft-told tale, which states that the
anemone sprang from the blood of Adonis, combined with the
tears which Venus shed over his body. There are so many
versions of this latter fable that it is impossible to say which
looks the most authentic. The Greek poet Bion, in his " La-
ment for Adonis," says,

" That wretched queen, Adonis bewailing,
For every drop of blood lets fall a tear ;
Two blooming flowers the mingled streams disclose :
Anemone the tears ; the blood, a rose.

Ovid's account of the metamorphosis is that Venus, lamenting
over the bleeding body of her lover, endeavoured to perpetuate
his memory and commemorate her grief by transforming his
blood into a flower.

Some writers say this delicate blossom received its name
of the wind-flower because many of the species grow on ele-
vated places, where they are exposed to the rough embraces of
old Boreas; and others — for commentators on the subject are
endless — think they are so called because they tremble and
shiver before the vernal gales. Pliny goes so far as to assert that
it never blooms except when the wind blows ; but then Pliny's
experience of natural phenomena is well known to rival Mun-
chausen's own. Strange to say, the Latin is thus supported in

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his opinion by the authority of Horace Smith, in his poem of
"Amarynthus:"

" Coy anemone, that ne'er uncloses
Her lips until they 're blown on by the wind."

It would certainly seem more characteristic for these frail
blossoms to open their lips to the kisses of the sun, for, when
he shines,

" Thick strewn in woodland bowers,
Anemones their stars uirfold."

The anemones are natives of the East, whence their roots
were originally brought. Their species are very numerous and
have been much improved and diversified by culture.

The Abbe la Pluche relates a suggestive anecdote of this
flower. He informs us that M. Bachelier, a Parisian florist,
having imported some very beautiful species of the anemone
from the East Indies, kept them to himself in so miserly a
manner that for ten successive years he would never allow the
slightest fibre of his precious double-blossomed variety to pass
out of his own hands, not even to his nearest and dearest friends.
A councillor of the French Parliament, annoyed at seeing one
man hoarding up for his own delight what Nature had most
decidedly given for the benefit of the many, visited him at his
country house, in the hope of obtaining means of breaking up
this unjust monopoly. In walking round the garden, when he
came to Bachelier's bed of much-prized anemones, which were
then in seed, he skilfully let his robe fall on them ; by this de-
vice he swept off a considerable number of the little grains,
which adhered- to the garment. His servant, who had been
previously instructed, dexterously wrapped them up in a mo-
ment, without exciting any attention. At the first opportunity
the councillor acquainted his friends with the successful result
of his visit ; and by their participation in his theft, the flower
soon became generally known.

The wise Egyptians, who beheld a deep signification in all
the productions of Nature, regarded the anemones as the em-
blem of sickness, probably, it has been suggested, on account
of its noxious properties. In some countries people have such
a prejudice against the flowers of the field-anemone that they
believe they so taint the air, that those who inhale it often
incur severe illness.

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84 Anemone.

A well-known writer on floral themes deems it probable
that it became so ill-omened a symbol on account of the frail
and delicate appearance of the wild species, which she poeti-
cally describes : " The flush of pale red which tinges the white
petals of the wood-anemone might well remind us of that
delicate glow which lingers on the cheek of the consumptive
sufferer, marking to others the inward decay, but giving a
lustre and a glow of beauty which deceives its victim."

This last hypothesis is probably the true one ; and Sir
William Jones, whose poetry is deeply imbued with Oriental
learning, thus alludes to the fragility of this flower:

" Youth, like a thin anemone, displays
His silken leaf, and in a mom decays."

The same author has translated an ode by the Turkish poet

Mesihi, in which, amongst other sweet blooms, anemones are

introduced :

" See ! yon anemones their leaves unfold,
With rubies flaming, and with living gold."

In this country the buds of the wood-anemone are gene-
rally of a snowy whiteness ; but sometimes a delicate flush, Uke
the blush on a maiden's cheek, tinges their exquisitely formed
petals, and sometimes they are found coloured a rosy red.

"These flowers are like the pleasures of the world," said
Shakspeare ; and admirably expressive of the transitory nature
of beauty was that device of a fragile anemone with the motto
"Brevis est usus." (" Her reign is short.")

The best known species of this flower, the wood-anemone,
grows very far north, and is common in the woods of North
America. They are considered very unwholesome for cattle,
and two kinds which grow on that continent are said to prove
fatal to animals who eat them.

Linnaeus observed that the wood-anemone expanded in
Sweden at the same time that the swallows returned from their
migration, and British naturalists have observed the same phe-
nomenon. Mrs. Hemans has remarked the beautiful pencilling
of this flower; and Miss Pratt has favoured us with these
appropriate lines to wood-anemones :

" Flowers of the wild wood ! your home is there,
'Mid aU that is fragrant, all that is fair;

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Where the wood-mouse makes his home in the earth ;
Where gnat and butterfly have their birth ;
Where leaves are dancing over each flower,
Fanning it well in the noontide hour,
And the breath of the wind is murmuring low.
As branches are bending to and fro.

" Sweet are the memories that ye bring
Of the pleasant leafy woods of spring ;
Of the wild bee, so gladly humming.
Joyous that earth's young flowers are coming ;
Of the nightingale and merry thrush,
Cheerfiilly singing from every bush ;
And the aiclcoo's note, when the air is still.
Heard far away on the distant hill.

' Pure are the sights and sounds of the wild
Ye can bring to the heart of Nature's child j
Plain and beautiful is the story
That ye tell of your Maker's glory;
Useful the lesson that ye bear.
That fragile is all, however fair ;
While ye teach that time is on his wing.
As ye open tlie blossoms of every spring "

Periwinkle.

(TENDER RECOLLECTIONS.)

IN France the Periwinkle, which there is sometimes called
" the magician's violet," is considered the emblem of sin-
cere friendship, and as such is much used in their language of
flowers. The English have adopted this evergreen plant as
the representative of tender recollections, and, accepting it for
that, the following little anecdote appears very appropriate:
Rousseau tells us that one day, when walking with Madame
de Warens, she suddenly exclaimed, " Here is the periwinkle
yet in flower !" Being too short-sighted to see the plant with-
out stooping, he had never observed it before; he gave it a
passing glance, and saw it no more for thirty years. At the
end of that period, as he was walking with a friend, " having
then began," he says, " to botanize a little, in looking among
the bushes by the way, I uttered a cry of joy: 'Ah, there is
the periwinkle !' and so it was." He gives this as an instance
of the vivid recollection he had of every incident occurring at
a particular period of his life. Although the story is trifling,
it is so natural, is told with so much simplicity, and is so appli-
cable to our purpose, that we could not think of omitting it.

In Italy the country people make garlands of this plant, to
place upon the biers of their deceased children, for which reason
they name it the " flower of death." But in Germany it is the
symbol of immortality; and, because its fine glossy myrtle-
green leaves flourish all through the winter, they term it " win-
ter verdure."

Its bright blue blossoms and still brighter green leaves have
not been overlooked by the poets ; and we find Eliza Cook
introducing it into her pathetic poem of "The Blind Boy:"

Periwinkle. 87

" We asked him why he wept, mother.
Whene'er we found the spots
Where periwinkle crept, mother.

O'er wild forget-me-nots.
'Ah me ! ' he said, while tears ran down

As fast as sunmier showers ;
' It is because I caimot see

The sunshine and the flowers.' "

Chaucer repeatedly speaks of it in his " Romaunt of the
Rose," even making it one of the ornaments of the God of
Love:

" His garment was every dele
Ipurtraied and wrought with floures.
By divers medeling of coloures ;
Floures there was of many a gise,
Iset by campace in a sise ;
There lacked no floure to my dome,
Ne not so moch as floure of brome,
Ne violet, ne eke perevink,
Ne floure none that men can on think."

The Madagascar periwinkle is a lovely plant, with an up-
right stem three or four feet high ; its flowers are crimson or
peach-coloured on the upper surface, and a pale flesh-colour on
the under: it varies with a white flower, having a purple eye.
It will seldom live out of doors in this climate.

In his " Herbal," old Culpepper says that the periwinkle is
owned by Venus, and that " the leaves, eaten together by man
and wife, caused love between them;" but now-a-daj-s it re-
quires a somewhat stronger tonic, apparently, to produce so
desirable a result.

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Weeping Willow.

(MOURNING.)

THE Weeping Willow is one of those natural emblems
which bear their florigraphical meaning so palpably im-
pressed on their sympathetic faces that the merest novice in
the language of flowers must comprehend their signification at
first sight. This tree has ever been regarded as the symbol of
sorrow, and most appropriately, for not only do its pensive-
looking branches droop mournfully towards the ground, but
even very frequently little drops of water are to be seen stand-
ing, like tears, upon the pendent leaves. In its native East it
is often planted over graves, and with its sorrowful, afflicted
look, forms a most appropriate guardian of dear departed ones'
remains. Although it will grow in any ordinary ground, it
thrives best in the neighbourhood of streams or other moist
ground, for which situations, indeed. Nature has in every way
fitted it. Many a delightful English landscape owes a large
portion of its quiet beauty — its soothing pensiveness — to these

"Shadowy trees, that lean
So elegantly o'er the water's brim "

of the bright little brook that, heedless of man's joy or grief,
flows merrily on for ever

" By many a field and fallow.
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-mead and mallow."

As long ago as Virgil the poets learnt to tell how "willows
grow about rivers ; " or, if we may rely on Pope's rendering of
Homer, as far back as the days of " the blind old man of Scio's
rocky isle," were seen and noted "willows tremblinp- o'er the
floods."

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The author of the " Essay on Man " should know something
about the lachrymal tree, as, according to popular tradition, he
raised the first known specimen of it in England. Martyn
relates the story thus:

" The famous and admired weeping willow planted by Pope,
which has since been felled to the ground, came from Spain,
enclosing a present for Lady Suffolk. Pope was present when
the covering was taken off; he observed that the pieces of stick
appeared as if they had some vegetation, and added, ' Perhaps
they may produce something we have not in England.' Under
this idea, he planted it in his garden, and it produced the
willow-tree that has given birth to so many others."

According to this same authority, this progenitor of so many
lovely offspring, and which had only reached its fourteenth
year when the poet died, was cut down by order of its owner,
in order to put an end to the annoyance she experienced
from the numberless applicants for cuttings of the precious
relic, or even for a view of it. It is sad that so interesting a
tree could not have been suffered to perish by the hand of
time : that was indeed a tree the woodman should have
spared !

Linnaeus named this tree Salix Babylonica, or Willow of
Babylon, in allusion to an affecting passage in the hundred
and thirty-seventh Psalm, where the captive children of Israel
are represented as hanging their harps upon the willows by the
rivers of Babylon, where they sat down and wept at the re-
membrance of their native land, and at the request of their
captors that they should sing unto them one of the songs of
Zion; for, as the Psalmist makes them so pathetically cry,
" How shall we sing the Lord's song in a foreign land .■'"

In his " Hebrew Melodies," Byron has bequeathed us two
passionate poems, suggested by this song of the royal minstrel
The following is the most appropriate here :

" We sat down and wept by the waters

Of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,

Made Salem's high places his prey;
And ye, O her desolate daughters !

Were scattered all weeping away.

" While sadly we gazed on the river,
Which rolled on in freedom below.

go Weeping Willow.

He demanded the song ; but, oh, never

That triumph the stranger shall know !
May this right hand be withered for ever

Ere it string our high harp for the foe !

" On the willows that harp is suspended,

O Salem ! Its sound should be free :
And the hour when thy glories were ended

But left me that token of thee ;
And ne'er shall its soft note be blended

With the voice of the spoiler by me."

Ever, from the earliest times, the willow has been regarded
as the emblem of grief, and as such our older poets have fre-
quently connected it with forsaken and unhappy lovers. There
is an ancient ballad in " Percy's Reliques," entitled " The Wil-
low Tree," being a pastoral dialogue between two rural swains,
in which this tree is depicted as the ensign of mourning:

Willy speaks :

" How now, shepherde, what meanes that?
Why that willowe in thy hat ?
Why thy scarffes of red and yellowe
Turned to branches of green willowe ?"

Cuddy replies :

' They are changed, and so am I ;
Sorrowes live, but pleasures die :
Phillis hath forsaken mee.
Which makes me weare the willowe-tret. "

Willy speaks :

" Shepherde, be advised by mee.
Cast off grief and willowe-tree ;
For thy grief brings her content :
She is pleased if thou lament."

Cuddy answers :

" Herdsman, I '11 be ruled by thee, —
There liees grief and willowe-tree;
Henceforth I will do as they,
And love a new love every day. "

Percy includes in his vaiuaUe collection another still older
and more pathetic ballad, named after the willow, and believes
it to be the song that Desdemona thus affectingly introduces :

" My mother had a maid called Barbara :
She was in love ; and he she lov'd prov'd mad.
And did forsake her. She had a song of ' Willow.'
An old thing 't was, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it"

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Our immortal bard, whose knowledge of florigraphy was as
thorough as was all his perceptions of things affecting the
human passions, again most appropriately introduces this em-
blematic plant inta the scene of Ophelia's death :

" There is a willow grows aslant the brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ;
There with fantastic garlands did she come.
Of crow-floweis, nettles, daisies, and long purples.
That Uberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them ;
There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sUver broke ;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook."

In that most exquisite, lovely scene in the " Merchant of
Venice," where Jessica and Lorenzo hold sweet conference,
Shakspeare yet again makes use of this plant as the symbol of
unfortunate love. Lorenzo, alluding to the abandonment of
the ill-treated Carthaginian queen by .^neas, says :

" In such a night
Stood Dido, with a wrillow in her hand,
Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love
To come again to Carthage."

Numberless other excerpts from the glowing verse of " Na-
ture's child" might be given to prove that he regarded the
willow as the emblem of grief; but, cui bono? His worthy
compatriot, Michael Drayton, speaks of it in his wreath of
typical floralities, the " Muses' Elysium," thus :

" In love, the sad forsaken wight
The willow garland weareth. "

Spenser designates it as

" The willow worn of forlorn paramours."

Robert Herrick, in that medley of sweets and sours, his
" Hesperides," has two beautiful poems respectively addressed
to the willow-tree and a willow garland. The first runs thus :

"Thou art to all lost love the best, " When once the lover's rose is dead.

The only true plant found ; Or laid aside forlorn.

Wherewith young men and maids distrest. Then wHlow garlands 'bout the head
And left of love, are crowned. Bedewed with tears, are worn.

Q2 Weeping Willow.

" When with neglect, the lover's bane, " And underneath thy cooling shade,

Poor maids rewarded be When weary of the light,

For their love lost, their only gain The love-spent youth and love-sick maid

Is but a wreath from thee. Come to weep out the night."

And the second song of our English Anacreon is thus quaintly
worded :

"A wiUow garland thou didst send, Me wear the willow; after that

Perfiimed, last day, to me; To die upon the tree.

Which did but only this portend : „ ^^ leasts unto the altar go

I was forsook by thee. -^Vith garlands dressed, so I

"Since so it is, I '11 tell thee what: Will with my vi-iUow wreath also

To-morrow thou shalt see Come forth and sweetly die."

Churchill alludes to the ominous character of

"The willow, weepii^ o'er the fatal wave.
Where many a lover finds a watery grave. "

As already seen, the ancient Hebrews assigned the same
melancholy signification to the weeping willow as do the mo-
derns ; to the Arabs it represents the same sorrowful meaning,
and they have a singular legend to account for its origin. This
legend is founded upon the story of Bathsheba, and corresponds
to a certain extent with the biblical account of how she became
David's wife and Solomon's mother. The tradition is thus
detailed : One morning the king was seated as usual at his
harp, composing psalms, when he perceived, to his astonish-
ment, two strangers seated opposite to him on the divan. As
strict orders were issued that no -person should be admitted
during the first four hours of the day, David wondered greatly
how the strangers had gained access to his chamber. They
rose and begged pardon for having entered unannounced, be-
cause they had an urgent complaint to lay before him. David
quitted the harp, and placed himself on his judgment-seat.
" This man," began one of them, " has ninety-nine sheep, which
plentifully supply all his wants ; while I, poor wretch, had but
one, that was my joy and comfort, and that one he has taken
forcibly from me." At the mention of the ninety-nine sheep,
David could not help thinking of the flock of his harem. He
recognized in the strangers two angels of the Lord, and was
sensible of the heinousness of his offence. Forthwith he threw
himself upon the floor and shed tears of bitter repentance.
There he lay for forty days and forty nights upon his face,
weeping and trembling before the judgment of the Lord. As

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many tears of repentance as the whole human race have shed
and will shed on account of their sins from the time of David
till the Judgment Day, so many did David weep in those forty
days, all the while moaning forth psalms of penitence. The
tears from his eyes formed two streams, which ran from the
room into the garden. Where they sank into the ground
sprang up two trees, the weeping willow and the frankincense-
tree. The first weeps and mourns, and the second is inces-
santly shedding big tears in commemoration of the sincere re-
pentance of David.

Hans C. Andersen, whose pathetic stories, if written for the
young, never fail to delight children of a larger growth, has a
most affecting tale entitled " Under the Willow-Tree," in which
the tree plays a part almost human in its interest. He is a
writer who frequently avails himself of the poetic imagery which
florigraphy so profusely proffers.

In Wiffen's translation of Garcillasso, he thus renders a
sonnet, in which the Spanish poet dedicates the willow to his

mistress :

"For Daphne's laurel Phoebus gave his voice;
The tovifering poplar charmed stem Hercules ;
The myrtle sweet, whose gifted flowers rejoice

Young hearts in love, did most warm Venus please ;
The little green willow is my Fledri's choice :

She gathers it amidst a thousand trees.
Thus laiiiel, poplar, and sweet m5rrtle now,
Where'er it grows, shall to the willow bow."

Well might the poet speak of the "little green willow," for„
as Linnaeus remarks of the herbaceous willow, "amongst all
trees this is the smallest." Dr. Clarke, in his most interesting
"Norwegian Travels," thus introduces this fairy-like treeling:.
" We soon recognized some of our old Lapland acquaintances,,
such as Betula nana, with its minute leaves like silver pennies,
mountain birch, and the dwarf Alpine species of willow, of
which half a dozen trees, with all their branches, leaves, flowers,,
and roots, might be compressed within two of the pages of a
lady's pocket-book without coming in contact with each other.

" After our return to England, specimens of the Salix her-
bacea were given to our friends, which, when framed and glazed,
had the appearance of miniature drawings. The author, in col-
lecting them for his herbary, has frequently compressed twenty
of these trees between two of the pages of a duodecimo volume."

Asphodel.

(I WILL BE FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH.)

THIS symbol of lovers fidelity was anciently dedicated to
the memory of departed souls, and in Greece, where it is
still very common, it was much used at funeral ceremonies ; it
was planted around the tombs of the deceased ; and it was
believed that beyond the fatal river, Acheron, the shades wan-
dered in a vast field of asphodels, and drank forgetfulness from
Lethe's dull waters of oblivion. The flowers of the asphodel
produce grains with which it was thought that the dead were
nourished. Orpheus, in Pope's splendid " Ode for St Cecilia's
Day," conjures the infernal deities

" By the streams that ever flow,
By the fragrant winds that blow

O'er the Elysian flowers ;
By those happy souls who dwell
In yellow meads of asphodel,

Or amaranthine bowers."

We have as old an authority as Homer for stating that, after
having crossed the Styx, the shades passed over a long plain
of asphodels. St. Pierre, in his beautiful " Harmonies of Na-
ture," after having dwelt with some earnestness on the pro-
priety of planting flowers on graves, quotes this inscription,
found engraven on an ancient tomb :

" Au dehors je suis entouri de mauve et d'asphodele set au-dedans je ne
suis qu'un cadavre. "

Mrs. Browning appears to have entertained a partiality for
this emblem, she mentions it so frequently in her deathless
verse. In one of her glorious sonnets from the Portuguese,
into which she has imparted more beauties than the originals
possess, she thus magnificiently and symbolically introduces
the token flower :

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" My own, my own.
Who earnest to me when the world was gone,

And I, who only looked for God, found thee I
I find thee ; I am safe, and strong, and glad.

As one who stands in dewless asphodel
Looks backward on the tedious time he had

In the upper life, so I, with bosom swell.
Make witness here, between the good and bad.

That love as strong as death retrieves as well."

In his " Sensitive Plant," Shelley places amongst the other
dainty plants that in the enchanted garden grew

" Delicate bells.
As fair as the fabulous asphodels."

Milton makes use of this floral token for forming the couch
of our first parents in " Eden's guiltless garden."

In the German Blumensprache this flower signifies everything
shall soon be revealed to you; and this will be seen to be a most
poetical signification when it is remembered that the asphodel
is dedicated to departed souls, to whom Death does indeed
reveal everything. In his beautiful ballad of the "King of
Thul6," Gothe has finely worked out this idea of fidelity unto
death :

"There was a king in Thul6,
Who unto death was true ;
To whom his love in dying
A golden goblet threw.

" At ev'ry feast before him
The golden cup was set ;
And as he drank came o'er him
A mist — ^his eyes were wet.

" And when his life was closing.
He gave his cities up ;
He gave his lands and castles,
But kept his dead love's cup.

" He feasted in his kingly hall
With all his knights around ;
High in the lordly castle.
That o'er the ocean frown'd.

" Uprose the olden toper.

And life's last draught did drain.
Then threw the sacred goblet
Down in the soaring main.

" He saw it falling — drinking —
And sinking in the sea ;
His eyelids closed for ever,
And never more drank he.''

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Aloe.

(BITTERNESS.)

IF ever any one single production of nature was intended to
supply all the manifold necessities of the human race, the
favourite selected for that purpose was most assuredly the Aloe;
for in some countries, more especially in Mexico, it provides
for nearly every want that flesh is heir to, not the least of
which are food and drink, raiment, decoration, building mate-
rials, and medicine ; indeed, what the rose is amongst plants
for beauty, so is the emblem of bitterness for utility; and he
who would attempt to wade through all that has been written
concerning it and its valuable uses, would have to devote a life-
time to the design. Many languages of flowers have selected
this interesting plant as the representative oi grief , but for very
trivial reasons ; and its adoption as the symbol of bitterness
will be found on examination far more appropriate, and, indeed,
far more ancient : " as bitter as aloes " is a proverbial expres-
sion of great antiquity, doubtless derived from the well-known
acrid taste of the medicine prepared from its juices. Chaucer
alludes to this bitterness in the story of "Troilus and Cres-
sida," and in his " Reniedie for Love " he speaks of its sweet-
ness ; here, however, alluding to its odour, and not to its taste.

The great antiquity of the use of aloes as a perfume is shown
by the Bible: "All thy garments," says a passage in the Psalms,
" smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia ;" and in the Song of
Solomon it is mentioned as one of the chief spices.

Eastern poets invariably speak of it as the symbol of bitter-
ness: "As aloe is to the body, so is affliction to the soul: bitter,
very bitter." Alas ! alas ! how many of us, regarding this
flower, thus can adopt it as our emblem, and cry out with Maud's
lover:

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*• Ah, what shall I be at fifty,

Should Nature keep me alive ?
If I find the world so bitter
When I am but twenty-five. "

How few can turn from this bitterness, and regard our chosen
bloom, as Burckhardt tells us the Mahommedans do, as the em-
blem oi patience, which, indeed, its Arabic name of saber signi-
fies ! In the neighbourhood of their sacred city, Mecca, this
same authority states that at the extremity of almost every
grave, on a spot facing the epitaph, is planted an aloe, as an
allusion to the patience which it is necessary for us to exercise
in enduring that length of time which must elapse between
now and the great day of resurrection.

In Edgar Foe's beautiful, though boyish, poem of "Al
Aaraaf," we find a certain species of aloe represented as quite
the reverse of its Oriental florigraphical meaning of patience ;
for, says that melodious poet,

" That aspiring flower that sprang on earth.
And died ere scarce exalted into birth.
Bursting its odorous heart in spirit to wing
Its way to heaven from gardens of a kuig."

The flower alluded to was an aloe that St. Pierre speaks of as
cultivated in the king's garden at Paris. Its large and beautiful
flower, says the French author, exhales a strong odour of the
vanilla during the time of its expansion, which is very short.
It does not blow till towards the month of July ; you then
perceive it gradually open its petals, expand them, fade, and
die. Sic transit gloria inundi.

Elsewhere, St. Pierre, speaking of the aloe, says, "Nature
seems to have treated the Africans and Asiatics as barbarians,
in having given them these at once magnificent yet monstrous
vegetables ; and to have dealt with us as beings capable of
sensibility and society. Oh, when shall I breathe the perfume
of the honeysuckle ? — again repose myself upon a carpet of
milk-weed, saffron, and bluebells .'' — once more hear Aurora
welcomed with the songs of the labourer blessed with freedom
and content.'" From the specimens of the aloe seen in this
country, one would feel inclined to fancy that its utility far
surpassed its beauty ; but many who have seen it growing in
its native land, and in full flower, assert that its elegance and
loveliness are only rivalled by its extraordinary usefulness.

98 Aloe.

The larger kinds appear pre-eminent in all these properties,
Rousseau speaks of the beauty of the American aloe, or agave,
as botanists term that species. St. Pierre, as before mentioned,
speaks of its large and beautiful vanilla-scented flowers, and
the very name of agave, which is derived from the Greek, sig-
nifies "admirable" or "glorious."

In Wood's " Zoography," it is stated that the Mahommedans,
especially those resident in Egypt, regard the aloe as a sacred
symbol, and, on their return from a pilgrimage to Mecca, one
of their holy cities, hang it over the street door, as a sign that
they have performed that religious duty. They also consider
that this plant scares away evil spirits and apparitions from
entering the house ; and, what is still more singular, the native
Christians and Jews share the superstition, or at all events
participate in the custom, and suspend it over their doorways,
as any one walking through the streets of Cairo may perceive.

The aloe, which, owing to its lofty stem, is one of the most
gigantic flowers known, until recently was supposed to blossom
only once in a century, and then to explode with the noise of a
cannon. Modern investigation has proved the fallacy of these
once popular notions ; but, true it is, that, although in hot
climates these plants will flower in a few years, in these colder
sountries they require a much longer space of time, and some,
indeed, never attain the desirable honour. The flowers are
mostly of a greenish yellow colour, continue in bloom for some
months, and surmount a stalk thirty feet high. The leaves,
although generally of a dark green, are sometimes striped with
red, white, or yellow. Their evergreen nature obtained from
our ancestors the name of " sea-ayegreene " for the plant.

Of the leaves of the aloe are made, by the negroes in Sene-
gal, excellent ropes, which are not hable to rot in water, and
also turn the plant to account in many other useful ways ;
whilst, as for the poor in Mexico, they, it is said, derive almost
every necessary of life from a species of it. They call this
wonderful production thepit^, and use it, says Baron Humboldt,
as a substitute for the hemp of Asia, the paper-reed of Egypt,
and the vine of Europe. The ancient manuscripts of Mexico,
which have so exci,ted the curiosity of the learned, and aff"orded
historians and antiquarians so much knowledge of the manners
and customs of that persecuted people, are chiefly inscribed

Aloe. 99

upon paper made from the fibres of the pit4. In the time of
the unfortunate Montezuma, thousands of persons appear to
have been employed in the production of "picture-writings,"
as Doctor Robertson justly styles these hieroglyphics. The
Mexicans still carefully cultivate the pit4, on account of an
intoxicating liquor called pulque, which is prepared from the
juice of its flowers. The natives are accustomed to watch so
earnestly for the blossoms that, it is asserted, they can tell, by
invariable signs, the very hour at which they will burst into
expansion. Mr. Ward says, " They ascribe to pulque as many
good qualities as whisky is said to possess in Scotland."

The Abbe la Pluche gives some interesting particulars of
the Chinese aloe-tree. He informs us that the heart of the
stem, which diffuses a powerful fragrance, is called calambac in
the Indies, and is deemed more precious than gold : it is used
for perfuming the apartments and garments of the wealthy,
and is also used as a setting for the most costly jewels. " When
the Indians purpose to honour their revered deity, the devil,
with some peculiar testimonies of devotion, they perforate the
ears with nails manufactured from this plant." The immense
size of the aloe and its slowness of growth have often afforded
our poets happy allusions. Campbell styles it " tlie ever-
lasting aloe."

Mezereon.

(COQUETRY.)

THE genus to which this shrub belongs is named Daphne,
from the nymph beloved of Apollo, some of the species
greatly resembling the bay, into which tree that maid was
transformed. The most beautiful member of this fragrant-
leaved family is the Mezereon, the emblem of coquetry. The
stalk of this bush is covered with a dry bark, which causes it
to resemble dead wood ; but, early in the spring, before the
leaves appear, it bedecks itself with garlands of red flowers,
wreathing them round each of its sprays, and terminating each
coquettish curl with a small leafy tuft. Thus it is, as Cowper
expresses it,

"Though leafless, well attired, and thick beset
With blushing wreaths investing ev'ry spray."

The mezereon is very sweet scented ; and, where there are
many near each other, they perfume the air to a considerable
distance. It is said, but on very dubious authority, that this
fragrance is dangerous to human beings.

In a language of flowers that appeared some years ago, this
shrub, clothed in its showy garb, was amusingly compared to
an imprudent and coquettish female, who, though shivering with
cold, wears her spring attire in the depth of winter. Most of
the European languages give the mezereon a name equivalent
to female bay.

A good yellow dye is extracted from its branches, and a
useful and valuable medicine from its bark. The berries, which
are a violent poison, are yellow on the white-flowered, and red
on the peach-coloured varieties.

The silvery-leaved species is very pretty. Its leaves are
white, small, soft, and shiny as satin ; between them blossom
thick clusters of white bell-shaped flowers, tinged inside with
yellow.

MeZEREON. 101

Another variety, which is a native of Jamaica, is known as
" lace-wood." The inner bark is of such a texture that it may-
be drawn out in long webs like lace, and has been actually
worn as such. Charles II. had a cravat made of it, which Sir
Thomas Lynch, when Governor of Jamaica, presented to him.

It is sad, but too true, that very many fair daughters of Eve
might appropriately adopt this flower as their emblem : their
conversation is prompted by no deeper feelings than that lady
whom Mrs. Browning represents as saying

<■ < Yes,' I answered you last night ;
'No,' this morning, sir, I say.
Colours seen by candle-light
Are different seen by day.
When the viols played their best.
Lamps above and laughs below,
Love me sounded lilie a jest.
Fit lor yes or fit for no."

Alas ! how many have lived to find that loving means some-
thing more than jesting! Ladies fair, take heed in time: as
for male coquettes, although they have been heard of in song,
let us hope that such despicable creatures as they would be are
only the offspring of fiction.

How many have been no more fortunate in their wooing,
when wasting their time on a heartless coquette, than the hero
of these lines :

"We met — alas the luckless eve ! "When we returned and joined the dance

We met — 'twas at the county ball ; Once more my partner she became.

And straightway she a web did weave. And gave me many a loving glance.

And I was caught within the thrall. Till my young heart was all on flame.

We danced; my heart and feet kept time, And when she left, I saw her down

While both as yet remained to me ; Into the carriage at the door ;

But long before the supper-time, I pressed her hand — she did not ho\ra.

The first was hers — the latter free. And so I muttered, ^Au revoir!'

"Her arm on mine, we went downstairs; "Next day I called in eager haste,

J happiest of ' creation's lords.' My seeming pleasant suit to press :

You 'd thought I 'd ne'er known earthly In these affairs time should not waste,

cares I found her in, as you might guess.

To see me trip across the boards. My lady in, my love I told.

We found our seats ; I close beside her, When she, her pretty face averting.

With no grim mamma vis-a-vis. Replied in studied accents cold,

To watch how I with whispers plied ' Well, truly, sir, I was \so.\. flirting'.' "
her.

Or note how ofl she smiled on me. John Ingram.

Sensitive Plant.

(BASHFUL LOVE.)

THIS delicate emblem of bashfulness is a member of the
mimosa family, and in its native home is said to grow to
a considerable size, although here it is a mere hothouse plant.
Its remarkable susceptibility to touch is stated to increase in
proportion with the tenderness of its nature. A writer, ad-
verting to this statement, remarks that in the plant this nervous
sensibility is encouraged for its singularity. " It is a pity," the
lady pointedly adds, " there should not be the same reason for
encouraging it in the human species." What, O gentle reader,
more sensitive to contact with the outer world than that shy
receptacle of a thousand soft emotions — the human heart.'
And yet, alas ! what numberless rebuffs it is continually re-
ceiving from careless mortals ! How much joy or pain a care-
less word, a slighting look, may repress or cause ! How many
sensitive minds have recoiled from a slight, given more from
want of thought than want of heart ! Pity and spare that bash-
fulness which you so frequently misjudge, O heedless world !
and grant this prayer :

' ' Speak kindly, oh, speak kindly ; The value can't be counted

You cannot tell the worth Or measured out by plan.

Of words of loving-kindness Of words of kindness spoken

In our journey through the earth. From man to brother man ! "

Ella Ingram.

The sensitive plant is one of those eccentric productions of
nature, whose phenomena the knowledge of man has not been
enabled satisfactorily to explain : its leaves, when touched by
any external object, fold up and shrink modestly from contact.
Our old pastoral poet, W. Browne, alludes to its peculiarities
thus :

"Look at the feeling-plant, which learned swains
Relate to grow on the East Indian plains,
Shrinks up his dainty leaves if any sand
Vou throw thereon, or touch it with your hand."

Sensitive Plant. 103

Matthew Prior alludes to the diversity of opinion as to what
causes this phenomenon :

"Whence does it happen that the plant, which weU
We name the 'sensitive,' should move and feel?
Whence know her leaves to answer her command,
And with quick horror fly the neighbouring hand ?"

Darwin, the author of the "Loves of the Plants," en'ea-
voured to account for the strange dislike this plant exhibits to
the touch of foreign objects ; but his explanations were not
very convincing. His lines upon another of its habits, that of
contracting towards evening and expanding when morning
dawns, are more alluring :

" Weak, with nice sense, the chaste mimosa stands ;
From each rude touch withdraws her timid hands.
Oft, as light clouds pass o'er the Summer's glade,
Alarm'd, she trembles at the moving shade.
And feels alive through all her tender form
The whisper'd murmurs of the gathering storm ;
Shuts her sweet eyelids to approaching night.
And hails with freshen'd charms the rosy light."

There is one most remarkable member of this extraordinary
family, known as the "friendly-tree," which droops its branches
whenever any person approaches it, seeming as if it saluted
those who sought retreat beneath its sheltering boughs. Moore

' " That courteous tree,

Wliich bows to all who seek its canopy."

Shelley's sweet characteristic poem of "The Sensitive Plant "
is well known ; but a few of its blossoms will not lose aught
of their ethereal grace by reproduction here :

"A sensitive plant in a garden grew.
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light.
And closed them beneath the kisses of night.

"And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
And the spirit of love fell everywhere ;
And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

*' But none ever trembled and panted with bliss.
In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide, with love's sweet want,
As the companionless sensitive plant

I04 Sensitive Plant.

' ' For each was interpenetrated
With the light and odour its neighbour shed,
Like young lovers whom youth and love make dear.
Wrapped and filled with their mutual atmosphere,

"But the sensitive plant, which could give small fruit
Of the love which it felt from the leaf to the root,
Received more than all, it loved more than ever.
Where none wanted but it, could belong to the giver —

"For the sensitive plant has no bright flower;
Radiance and odour are not its dower ;
It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full,
It desires what it has not — the beautiful !

"The sensitive plant was the earliest
Upgathered into the bosom of rest ;
A sweet child weary of its delight.
The feeblest and yet the favourite.
Cradled within the embrace of night. "

Tlie sad ending of " this strange eventful history " who
knows not ? How the lady who was the " ruling grace " of
this sweet garden, "ere the first leaf looked brown 'neath
Autumn's kisses, passed from this life away," and how the
neglected flowers faded, " leaf after leaf, day by day, until all
were massed into the common clay " ? while

"The sensitive plant, like one forbid,
Wept, and the tears within each lid
Of its folded leaves which together grew.
Were changed to a blight of frozen glue.

"For the leaves soon fell, and the branches soon
By the heavy axe of the blast were hevm ;
The sap shrank to the root through every pore.
As blood to a heart that will beat no more."

And finally

"When Winter had gone and Spring came back.
The sensitive plant was a leafless wreck. "

Heaven guard the human sensitive plant from such a fate !

Shelley only dowers the subject of his verse with love,
and denies it odour as well as beauty ; but travellers affirm
that in Brazil, where it is common, it grows to a size almost
colossal, and diffuses a most delicious perfume. Dr. Clarke
says that frankincense, that most fragrant of odours, is the
product of the Egyptian mimosa. The acanthus-tree spoken
of by Theophrastus and Virgil is supposed to be a species of
this latter mimosa.

Buttercups.

(RICHES.— MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD.)

BEAUTIFULLY does our great poet, Robert Browning,
call these emblems of riches, "the buttercups, the little
children's dower." Of all the mingled sad and sweet memories
of childhood, what is recalled more vividly than that feeling of
being the possessor of boundless wealth, as, amid the glowing
fields of gold which these wild flowers spread around us, we
have — ^to quote from Eliza Cook —

" Stood like an elf in fairy lands.

With a wide and wistful stare ;
As a maiden over her casket stands,
'Mid heaps of jewels beneath her hands.

Uncertain which to wear ! "

This same lady, in some pathetic and appropriate lines, re-
calling childhood's faded glories, sweetly introduces this floral
reminder :

" 'T is sweet to love in childhood, when the souls that we bequeath
Are beautiful in freshness as the coronals we wreathe ;
When we feed the gentle robin, and caress the leaping hound,
And linger latest on the spot where buttercups are found :
When we seek the bee and ladybird with laughter, shout, and song,
And think the day for wooing them can never be too long.
Oh ! 't is sweet to love in childhood, and tho' stirr'd by meanest things.
The music that the heart jfields then will never leave its strings.

" 'T is sweet to love in after years the dear one by our side ;
To dote with all the mingled joys of passion, hope, and pride ;
To think the chain around our breast will hold still warm and fast ;
And grieve to know that death must come to break the link at last.
But when the rainbow span of blLss is waning, hue by hue ;
When eyes forget their kindly beams, and lips become less true ;
When stricken hearts are pining on through many a lonely hour.
Who would not sigh ' 't is safer far to love the bird and flower ' ?

io6 Buttercups.

" 'Tis sweet to love in ripen'd age the trumpet blast of Fame,
To pant to live on Glory's scroll, though blood may trace the name ;
'T is sweet to love the heap of gold, and hug it to our breast, —
To trust it as the guiding star and anchor of our rest.
But such devotion will not serve — however strong the zeal —
To overthrow the altar where our childhood loved to kneel.
Some bitter moment shall o'ercapt the sun of wealth and power,
And then proud man would fain go back to worship bird and flower."

Under the antique names of crow-foot, king-cup, gold-cup,
and other quaint but suggestive titles, these flowers were for-
merly much praised, but latterly our poets have neglected
them for other blooms ; still, however, it must be confessed,
notwithstanding the more elaborate beauty of garden flowers,
generally awarding their tribute to the wildings of nature.
Shakspeare's "cuckoo-buds of yellow" are supposed to be
buttercups, for they " do paint the meadows with delight," and
spread out before our enraptured gaze a glittering Field of
Cloth of Gold, whereon fays might well hold their elfin tour-
neys, and fairy queens keep festive court.

Poor Clare frequently introduced this wild flower into his
pictures of rural life, and in one of his poems makes it serve
as a goblet for the fays : in his "Village Minstrel," he combines
the buttercup with its almost invariable companion in poesy,
the dai.sy :

" Before the door, with paths untraced,

The green sward many a beauty gracei! >

And daisy there, and cowslip too,

And buttercups of golden hue. "

Eliza Cook has given us a poem to "Buttercups and Daisies,"
beginning —

" I never see a young hand hold
The starry bunch of white and gold.
But something warm and fresh will s'art
About the region of my heart. "

Wordsworth is another of the few English poets who have
deigned to sing the beauties of the

" Buttercup."! that will be seen,
Whether we will see or no."

In former times the round bulbous root of these flowers
procured them the name of " St. Anthony's turnips."

Crocus.

(CHEERFULNESS.)

ACCORDING to some authors, these bright little flowers,
which

" Come before the swallow dares,
And take the winds of March with beauty,"

derive their name from a Greek word signifying thread, from
the fact of the thread or filament being in such request for
saffron dye ; but the ancient legend affirms that it was styled
Crocus after an unhappy lover, whom the gods in pity changed
into the flower that now bears his name. There has been
much controversy as to the first introduction of this plant into
England, but it is generally supposed that Sir Thomas Smith,
who brought it with him from the continent in Edward III.'s
reign, was its earliest importer, and that Saffron Walden, in
Cambridgeshire, was the place where it was first cultivated.

In Hakluyt's voyages, the first introduction of saftron — the
autumn crocus — is ascribed to a pilgrim who, with the desire
of serving his country, stole a head of saff"ron, and concealed
it in his staff"; but this is spoken of only as a tradition told
by the folks at Saffron Walden. It is stated that the cor-
poration of Walden bear three saffron plants in their coat of
arms.

The golden dye obtained from the pistils of this flower in
former times was held in great regard by the Irish peasantry,
and became at last quite an emblem of their oppressed nation-
ality : as such the colour was very obnoxious to the English
Government, and, finally, they passed laws against its use.
One of these injunctions, issued in the reign of Henry VIII.,
prohibited the colouring of the long lock of hair called glibbes
with saffron dye.

io8 Crocus.

It has been observed of the rich tint obtained from this
plant that there is nothing analogous to it in nature excepting
the hue of morn :

" How when the rosy mom begins to rise.
And wave her saffron streamers through the sties.''

Saffron was formerly much used in medicines, but modern
discovery has enabled us to dismiss it from our pharmacopseia,
as also from the laboratory of the manufacturer's chemist,
more permanent dyes having supplied its place. It still, how-
ever, retains its post at the confectioner's, where its use must
have been well known as long ago as Shakspeare's days, since
we find the clown in the " Winter's Tale," when enumerating
the articles he has for sale, speaks of "saffron to colour the
warden pies."

Virgil alludes to the fondness of bees for "the glov/ing
crocus," as also does Moore — to pass to modern times — in his
"LallaRookh":

"The busiest hive

On Bela's hills is less alive,

When saffron-beds are full in flower,

Tlian look'd the valley in that houi.''

Mrs. Ilowitt says of the purple crocus :

" Like lilac flame its colour glows,

Tender and yet so clearly brighr.
That all for miles and miles about
The splendid meadow shineth out;
And far-off village children shout

To see the welcome sight. "

Miss Pratt, in one of her floral works, remarks upon the
abundance of the purple variety of this flower in the vicinity
of Nottingham : " There the lands which it adorns are like
radiant spots, compared with which the other meadows seem
almost colourless. Its full-blown cups stand open to invite
the spring butterfly to his regale, or the diligent bee to add to
the store which he is gathering for others. Not one little up-
land or dell of these meadows but is covered with the daisy
and the crocus. Every hedge violet that there expands seems
of a darker hue by its contrast ; and never does cowshp or
primrose better merit its long-worn epithet of pale than when
either the sunny or blue crocus stands beside it."

Crocus. 109

In Greece this same floral belle grows in great profusion,
covering the hill-sides with one beaming sheet of blue or gold,
often colouring the landscape for many miles.

Saffron is still highly valued by Eastern nations, and by
them is used for manifold purposes. Letters of invitation to
the gorgeous nuptial or other entertainments in which rich
Orientals delight, are written upon paper flowered with gold
and sprinkled with safiron. They also extract a very beautiful
yellow from the crocus, which they use for the purpose of dye-
ing. In the more unsophisticated villages of Greece, saffron
is sold by the weight of a hen's egg, and so simple are these
dealings that it makes no difference in the terms whether the
egg be large or small — so travellers report.

The following lines allude to the phenomena of the different
times of flowering invariably observed by the vernal and au-
tumnal crocus :

"Say what impels, amid surrounding snow
Congeal'd, the crocus' flaming bud to glow ?
Say, what retards, amidst the Summers blaze,
Th' Autumnal bulb, till pale, declining days?

"The God of Seasons, whose pervading power
Controls the sun or sheds the fleecy shower :
He bids each flow'r His quick'ning word obey.
Or to each lingering bloom enjoins decay."

Egf.antine.

(POETRY.)

DEEMED by professors of the language of flowers em-
blematical of that indescribable something which, for
want of a better name, we agree to call Poetry, the Eglantine
should indeed find favour with the votaries of that gentle
art ; and, might we reckon the value of their esteem for it by
the number of sweet things they have said about it, we could
put a high price upon its beauties. What wooer of the Muses
has neglected to pay his passing tribute to the sweet-leaved
eglantine? — "the rain-scented eglantine;" "the sweet, the
fresh, the fair," — the eglantine to which the sun himself pays
homage, by " counting his dewy rosary " on it every morning.

This flower is indeed emphatically the poet's flower, and in
the floral games was the prize awarded him for his success.
Ronsard, whom the elder DTsraeli styles the French Chaucer,
was the first who carried off" this well-earned booty. " The
meed of poetic honour," says the above-quoted authority, "was
an eglantine composed of silver. The reward did not appear
equal to the merit of the work and the reputation of the poet ;
and on this occasion the city of Toulouse had a Minerva of
solid silver struck of considerable value. This image was sent
to Ronsard, accompanied by a decree in which he was declared,
by way of eminence, ' The French Poet.' "

As a pendant to this fact, so honourable to all concerned,
D'Israeli relates that when " at a later period, a similar Mi-
nerva was adjudged to Maynard for his verses, the capitouls of
Toulouse, who were the executors of the floral gifts, to their
eternal shame, out of covetousness, never obeyed the decision
of the poetical judges." This circumstance is noticed by
Maynard in an epigram which bears this title : " Ona Minerva
of silver, promised but not given"

Eglantine. hi

The honeysuckle, or woodbine, symbolic of generous atid
devoted affection, is frequently mistaken even by the poets
themselves — to their shame be it said — for the eglantine, or
sweetbriar, as it is sometimes called : even Milton appears to
fall into this error when he speaks of " the twisted eglantine."
Where the English Homer nods, it is not to be wondered at
if lesser mortals, headed by Scott, the Wizard of the North,
prove less wakeful ; and so we have to turn to Shakspeare, the
tighter of all wrongs, to put us right anew. He tells us :

" I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows.
Where oxllp and the nodding violet grows ;
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine.
With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine."

An almost forgotten friend and contemporary of the great
dramatist, and a very sweet poet withal, Richard Barnfield by
name, puts this dainty invitation into the mouth of the " Love-
lorn Shepherdess":

" And in the sweltering heat of Summer-time,
I would make cabinets for thee, my love ;
Sweet-smelling arbours made of eglantine,

Should be thy shrine, and I would be thy dove."

As the lily is usually coupled with the rose, or the myrtle
with the bay, so is the woodbine ofttimes mingled with the
eglantine in poetic invocations ; and thus does Shenstone
make particular mention of this fragrant pair :

" Come, gentle air! and while the thickets bloom.
Convey the jasmine's breath divine.
Convey the woodbine's rich perfume,
Nor spare the sweet-leafed eglantine."

And then Keats — " Lamented Adonais " — says :

" Its sides 1 '11 plant with dew-sweet eglantine,
And honeysuckles full of clear bee wine."

Chaucer, in " The Flower and the Leaf, " describes a plea-
sant arbour formed of eglantine ; whilst one of the sweetest
stanzas in the " Faerie Queene " gave Spenser an opportunity
of portraying " the fragrant eglantine."

Heliotrope.

(DEVOTED ATTACHMENT.)

THIS flower, sweet as its florigraphical meaning, received
its usual name of Heliotrope from two Greek words,
signifying the sun and to turn, because of its having been sup-
posed to turn continually towards the sun, following his course
round the horizon. In consequence of this belief, the ancients
ascribed its origin to the death of the hapless Clytie, who
pined away in hopeless love of the sun-god Apollo. Ovid —
as translated by Sandy — tells the woful story thus :

"She with distracted passion pines away;
Detesteth company ; all night, all day
Disrobed, with her ruffled hair unbound,
And wet with humour, sits upon the ground :
For nine long days all sustenance forbears ;
Her hunger cloyed with dew, her thirst with tears :
Nor rose ; but rivets on the god her eyes.
And ever turns her face to him that flies.
At length to earth her stupid body cleaves ;
Her wan complexion turns to bloodless leaves.
Yet streak'd with red, her perish'd limbs beget
A flower resembling the pale violet.
Which with the sun, though rooted fast, doth move,
And being changed, changeth not her love. "

The tale may have been told with more poetical adornments
than the old translator has given it, but as the incident and
the moral is what is required, that may be overlooked for once.

The Peruvian heliotrope is chiefly admired for its unsur-
passed fragrance. Although not a showy plant, it is delicate
and sweet as the sentiment it interprets. The blossom is very
small, of a faint purple colour, sometimes inclining to white,
and sheds an almond-hke perfume, or, as some prosaic persons
say, an odour like that of a cherry pie ! This species was
discovered by Jussieu, the celebrated botanist, whilst bota-
nizing in the Cordilleras. One day when gathering plants, he
suddenly found himself overpowered by an intense perfume.
Looking round to see from what gorgeous child of Flora this

Helio trope. t 1 3

odour proceeded, he could discover nothing but some light
green shrubs, the tips of whose elegant sprays were decked
with faint purple blossom. Finding on inspection that all
these tiny florets turned towards the sun, Jussieu gave the
plant the name of Heliotrope, and collecting some of the seeds,
forwarded them to the royal garden at Paris, where in 1740
the heliotrope was first cultivated. It spread into all the coun-
tries of Europe, and from its delicious scent soon became an
especial favourite with the ladies.

St. Pierre, in his exquisite " Studies of Nature," speaking of
this plant, says : " The Chysantheinum Peruvianum — or, to
employ a better-known term, the Turnsol — which turns con-
tinually towards the sun, covers itself, like Peru, the country
from which it comes, with dewy clouds, which cool and refresh
its flowers during the most violent heat of the day."

To the Canary heliotrope florists gave the name of "Ma-
dame de Maintenon," in flattery, it is supposed, to Louis XIV.,
as the sun to which his favourite lady always turned her eyes.

Is it not this flower that Moore is thinking of when he so
fancifully says

" She, enamoured of the sun,
At his departure hangs her head and weeps.
And shrouds her sweetness up, and keeps

Sad vigils like a cloister'd nun,
Till his reviving ray appears,
Waking her beauty as he dries her tears "? i

An anonymous poet has deduced from this flower a meaning
which, though given here, is quite the reverse of that assigned
to it by florigraphists :

" There is a flower, whose modest eye "I^t clouds obscure, or darkness veil,
Is turned with looks of light and love ; Her fond idolatry is fled ;
Who breathes her sweetest, softest sigh, Her sighs no more their sweets exhales
Whene'er the sun is bright above. The loving eye is cold anii 4ead.

" Canst thou not trace a moral here.

False flatterer of the prosperous hour ?
Let but an adverse cloud appear,

And thou art faithless as the flower."

L I T. A C .

(LOVE'S P'IRST EMOTIONS).

THIS attractive and yet unobtrusive flower is well worthy
of being selected to emblernise love's first emotions.
Bursting into a profusion of fragrant bouquet-shaped blossoms
just at that delightful season of the year when all nature,
aroused from its long wintry slumber, decks itself with smiles
and blushes, the Lilac could scarcely escape being chosen
by the observant eyes of poet and lover as a symbol of those
indescribable feelings of joy which bloom into being when
" Love's young dream " first bashfully manifests itself.

It is alleged that when Van Spaendoul, the celebrated Dutch
flower painter, was shown a group of lilacs, he flung down his
pencil, as if acknowledging his inability to portray a produc-
tion in every respect so harmonious and unapproachable.

Of the three varieties of this shrub, the blue, the violet, and
the white have been thus prettily described : " Nature seems
to have delighted in making a finished production of each of
their delicate clusters, massive in themselves, and yet asto-
nishing by their variety and beauty. The gradation of their
tints, from the first purplish bud to the blanching flower, is
the smallest fascination of their charming blossoms, round
which the rainbow seems to revel and to dissolve into a hun-
dred shades and colours, which, commingling in the general
tone and hue, produce a happy harmony that might well
baffle the painter and confound the observer."

Lilac, or lilag — a Persian word signifying "flower" — is sup-
posed to have been introduced into Europe from Persia early
in the sixteenth century by Busbeck, a German traveller.

In 1597, Gerarde says, " I have them growing in my garden
in great plenty."

Mrs. Sigourney, in allusion to its native land, addresses it :

Lilac. 115

"Lilac of Persia ! Tell us some fine tale
Of Eastern lands ; we 're fond of travellers.
Have you no legends of some sultan proud.
Or old fire-worshipper ? What ! not one note
Made on your voyage ? Well, 't is wondrous strange
That you should let so rare a chance pass by,
While those who never journeyed half so far
Fill sundry volumes, and expect the world
To reverently peruse and magnify
What it well knew before ! "

Thomson, in his " Seasons," could not of course overlook
this flower, and in " Spring," thus tunes his lyre to hymn its
praise :

" Shrubs there are,
. . . That at the call of Spring
Burst forth in blossom'd fragrance ; lilacs, robed
In snow-white innocence or purple pride. "

When the lilac-blossom has attained its maturity it begins
to gradually change colour, until at last it becomes of a red
hue ; and this afforded Cowper an opportunity of terming
them sanguine :

" The lilac, various in array — ^now white,
Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set
With purple spikes pyramidal ; as if.
Studious of ornament, yet unresolved
Which hues she most approves, she chose them aU."

So sweet a blossom is the lilac, and so sweet are the emo-
tions it represents, that every one must concede that it is one of
those lovely and beloved plants which unite the qualities Gothe
ascribes to some flowers, of being beautiful only to the eye,
and others only to the heart.

From the purity of its colour and the short duration of its
lovely clusters of blossoms, white lilac has been made the
emblem oi youth.

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Magnolia.

(MAGNIFICENCE.)

THIS superb emblem of magnificence wzs named Magnolia
by Plumier, in honour of Pierre Magnol, a well-known
writer on botanical subjects. It is a native of the Southern
States of North America. In its native country it begins to
blossom in May, and continues a long time in flower, per-
fuming the woods during the whole of the summer months.
Kalen says that he seldom found the magnolia north of Penn-
sylvania. " They may be discovered," he adds, " by the scent
of the blossoms at the distance of three-quarters of a mile if
the wind be favourable. It is beyond description pleasant to
travel in the woods at that season, especially in the evening.
They retain their flowers three weeks. The berries, also, look
very handsome when they are ripe, being of a rich red colour,
and hanging in bunches on slender threads."

Dillenius says the flowers of this tree never open in the
morning, and that their scent resembles that of the lily of the
valley, with an aromatic mixture.

Loudon tells a most interesting story of a Magnolia grandi-
flora, which in 1732 was brought by a French naval officer from
the banks of the Mississippi, and planted at Maillardi^re,
about five miles from Nantes. This officer died, and his heirs,
not caring for a tree that had as yet produced nothing, for
nearly thirty years allowed it to remain unnoticed. In 1758,
however, M. Bonami, a botanist, discovered it, recognized the
species, and in 1760, at the meeting of the States of Bretagne
at Nantes, he presented the Princess de Rohan-Chabet with a
branch of this magnolia in full blossom : it at once became
the object of interest and conversation amongst all there.
At last, Louis XV. hearing of the magnificence of the tree,

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had it transported to Paris, where it still exists, full of years
and honours ; not, however, without having had many narrow
escapes from total destruction by fire, sword, and other dan-
gerous enemies. Although upwards of a hundred years old, it
produces annually somewhere about four hundred large, ele-
gant, and sweet-scented flowers.

In China and Japan the magnolia is highly valued ; and in
the former country they are most carefully cultivated in the
gardens of the emperor and by all those who can afford them.
A magnolia in flower is considered a handsome gift for the
emperor, even from the governor of a province.

So powerful is the fragrance of this flower that, it is said, a
single blossom of it placed in a bed-room suffices to cause
death, even in one night. English poets are not sufficiently
familiar with the magnolia to pay it that homage which its
loveliness deserves. In Tighe's poem of " The Rose," the poet,
in exalting the beauty of that Queen of Flowers, says

" Less-prized gardenia drops her lucid bells,
And rich magnolias close their purple globes."

And Wordsworth alludes thus to this flower :

"He spoke of plants divine and strange, "He told of the magnolia, spread
That every hour their blossoms change High as a cloud, high overhead ;

Ten thousand lovely hues ! The cypress and her spire ;

With budding, fading, faded flowers. Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam
They stand the wonder of the bowers Cover a hundred leagues, and seem

From mom to evening dews. To set the hills on fire. "

Chateaubriand, in his romance of " Atala," referring to an
Indian superstition which supposes that the souls of departed
infants enter into flowers, thus introduces this lovely bloom :
" I gathered a magnolia-blossom, and placed it, yet moist
with dew, upon the head of Atala, who still slept. I hoped
that, according to my religion, the soul of some new-born
infant would descend on the crystal dew of this flower, and
that a prosperous dream would convey it to the bosom of my
beloved."

Judas Flower.

(UNBELIEF.)

THE botanical name of the Judas-tree is from the Greek,
and signifies a little sheath ; but the more ominous title,
by which it is known to the EngHsh, Germans, and French, is
derived from the supposition that Judas hanged himself upon
it, although Gerarde and other ancient writers on sylvan sub-
jects assign that ghastly association to the elder.

In one portion of the wild Arabian epic of " Antar," one of
its heroes, named Shedad, is compared to the flower of the
Judas-tree, "so completely was he smeared with the blood of
the combatants."

The blossoms of the European variety of this tree are of a
very beautiful bright purple, and come out in spring in large
clusters on every side of the branches, and often of the stem,
and are in full blow before the leaves have attained half their
size. The North American Judas-tree is called " red-bud tree,"
from the red flower buds appearing in the spring before the
leaves.

On account of the beauty of its flowers, the Spaniards call
this plant " the tree of love," and certainly that designation
accords well with the exquisitely pathetic legend of "The
Wayside Inn," with which the late Adelaide Procter, Barry
Cornwall's gifted daughter, has enwoven it :

"A little past the village

The inn stood, low and white ;
Green shady trees behind it,

And an orchard on the right,
Where over the green paling

The red-cheeked apples hung,
As if to watch how wearily

The sign-board creaked and swung.

"The heavy-laden branches

Over the road hung low,
Reflected fruit or blossom

From the wayside well below.
Where children, drawing water,

Looked up and paused to see.
Amid the apple-branches,

A purple Judas-tree. "

Here at this quiet wayside inn lived little Maurice, whose

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occupation was to aid passing travellers, to " loose the bridle,
and tend the weary steed." One bright May day, the sun-
burnt boy beheld

"A train of horsemen, nobler

Than he had seen before ;
They from the distance galloped,

And halted at the door.
Upon a milk-white pony.

Fit for a faery queen,
Was the loveliest little damsel

His eyes had ever seen.
* * * * ^

"Her sunny ringlets round her

A golden cloud had made,
"While her large hat was keeping

Her calm blue eyes in shade ;
One hand held fast the silken reins

To keep her steed in check ;
The other pulled his tangled mane.

Or stroked his glossy neck.

"And as the boy brought water,

And loosed the rein, he heard
The sweetest voice, that thanked him

In one low, gentle word ;
She turned her blue eyes from him.

Looked up, and smiled to see
The hanging purple blossoms

Upon the Judas-tree ;

"And showed it with a gesture.

Half pleading, half command,
Till he broke the fairest blossom.

And laid it in her hand ;
And she tied it to her saddle

With a ribbon from her hair.
While her happy laugh rang gaily

Like silver on the air."

But the steeds and the riders were rested, and moved on
down the dusty highway and vanished. Many years passed
away, but the little milk-white pony and the child returned no
more. " Many summers had fled, and the spreading apple-
branches a deeper shadow shed," when the news of a lordly
wedding was borne on the western breeze. Amongst the eager
watchers to see the bridal train pass by, once more stands
Maurice :

"They come, the cloud of dust draws near;

'Mid all the state and pride,
H: only sees the golden hair

And blue eyes of the bride.
Her shy and smiling eyes looked round,

Unconscious of the place.
Unconscious of the eager gaze

He fixed upon her face.

'He plucked a blossom from the tree —

The Judas-tree — and cast
Its purple fragrance towards the bride,

A message from the Past.
The signal came, the horses plunged ;

Once more she smiled around ;
The purple blossom in the dust

Lay trampled on the ground."

Again the slow years fleeted away, and one winter morning
once more Maurice beheld the lady pass by ; but grief had
wrought its sign upon her and had dimmed the glory of her
bright blue eyes,

" That watched with the absent spirit
That looks, yet does not see
The dead and leafless branches
Upon the Judas-tree."

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Judas Flower.

"The slow dark months crept onward
Upon their icy way,
Till April broke in showers,

And Spring smiled forth in May ;
Upon the apple-blossoms

The sun shone bright again.
When slowly up the highway
Came a long funeral train.
* * * * *

"Now laid upon the coffin

With a purple flower, might bt.
Told to the cold dead sleeper;

The rest could only see
A fragrant purple blossom.
Plucked from a Judas-tiee."

"'Mid all that homage given

To a fluttering heart at rest.
Perhaps an honest sorrow

Dwelt only in one breast :
The boyish silent homage,

To child and bride unknown;
The pitying tender sorrow

Kept in bis heart alone ;

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Dandelion.

(ORACLE.)

OW often you may have passed by this common wild
flower, the Dandelion, as a plant possessing little attrac-
tion ! And yet, not only is it extremely useful for manifold
culinary and medicinal purposes, but, under its presumed ora-
cular character, many a little beating heart has it caused to
throb yet more merrily, or more wearily heave ; many a bright
eye has it made to gleam brighter with anticipated triumph, or
dim with foreboding tears ; for this golden-rayed blossom, like
some others of its floral sisterhood, is often selected to decide
its fair questioner's fate : " He loves me," or, " He loves me
not." Alas ! what histories of joy or misery may the answers
to those simple questions betoken !

Not only, however, do the responses of this oracle foreshadow
the fate of our heart's affection, but to the schoolboy who, bred
up amid the secrets of Nature, often tries

"To win the secret of a weed's plain heart,"

the dandelion frequently serves to tell another tale: gently
plucking it from its hollow stem, he blows softly upon its fea-
thery coronet, and away flies the ethereal spray. "One o'clock ! "
he shouts, and then gives another puff at his floral timepiece,
and off careers another fleecy cloud : " Two o'clock ! " he cries,
and again repeats the experiment, until not a single tiny plume
is left on the poor bald-headed flower ; as many puffs as it
takes to scatter the down, so many hours of the day, say the
little rustics, have fleeted by. They can scarcely think, these
lads and lasses, that they are aiding the operations of Nature
by thus dispersing, attached to that light and pretty spray, the
flower's seed. William Howitt thus charmingly alludes to tlie
custom :

122 Dandelion.

"Dandelion, with globe of down,
The schoolboy's clock in every town,
Which the truant puffs amain,
To conjure lost hours back again."

Not only does it rest its claim to be considered an oracle
upon these prophetic utterances, but also upon the fact that as
its blossoms open and close at certain regular hours, it serves
the solitary shepherd as a clock, and as a barometer, by pre-
dicting, by means of its feathery tufts, calm or stormy weather.
Well, indeed, might Allan Cunningham exclaim :

"There is a lesson in each flower,
A story in each stream and bower ;
In every herb on which you tread
Are written words, which, rightly read,
Will lead you from earth's fragrant soil.
To hope, and holiness, and God !"

Or, as Charlotte Smith hath said,

" Thus in each flower and simple bell
That in our path betrodden lie
Are sweet remembrancers, who tell
How fast the winged moments fly. ''

This flower is supposed to have derived its name from the
deeply notched edges of its leaves, they having been thought
to resemble the teeth of a lion, for which reason it was called
"lion-toothed," or "dent de lion."

Darwin, in his so strangely neglected " Loves of the Plants,"
speaks of the methodical habits of the dandelion under its
classical name :

" Ijcontodons unfold
On the swart turf their ray-encircled gold ;
With Sol's expanding beam the flowers unclose,
And rising Hcsper lights Iheni to repose."

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Campanula.

(I WILL BE EVER CONSTANT.)

ALTHOUGH the genus of CampaniilacecB, or bell-flowers,
is deemed emblematic of constancy, each of the well-
known members of the graceful family has its own particular
meaning. The Canterbury Bell, so styled because of its pro-
fusion in the neighbourhood of that city, is one of the most
known of the race. It was formerly called " Farfre-in-sight,"
and florigraphists have variously considered it as the symbol
of both gratitude and constattcy. Its deep purple bells are
generally very large ; but there is a kind bearing bells of lesser
size, and coloured blue, purple, or white. These pretty flowers
look as if they were especially formed for the use of those
fairy elves who formerly haunted our woodlands and meadows
with their little figures. What a slight stretch of fancy is
needed to imagine that these tiny trembling bells oft ring their
mad merry peals for the benefit of such elves as lurk " under
the blossom that hangs on the bough," and who, like their
human brethren, "use flowers for their charactery!"

A great favourite in this much-admired floral fraternity is
the Vemis's Looking-glass, selected as the type of flattery.
The mirrors of the ancients were always circular in form, and
this plant is said to have received its popular cognomen from
the resemblance of its round-shaped blossom to the form of a
mirror, and being considered extremely pretty, it was appro-
priated to the Goddess of Beauty. The classics, however, tell
a different tale, and relate that Venus one day dropped one
of her mirrors, which possessed the quality of beautifying
whatever it reflected. A shepherd picked it up ; but no sooner
had he gazed upon it than he forgot his favourite nymph and
everything else he should have recollected, and, like another
Narcissus, did nothing but admire his own charms. Cupid

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discovered how affairs stood, and, fearful of the trouble that
might arise from such a silly error, broke the mirror and trans-
formed the fragments into this bright plant, which has ever
since been called Venus's Looking-glass.

There is a very pretty campanula with delicate lilac-hued
flowers, that hang like bells from the stalk. It is called by the
French " Nun of the Fields," probably in remembrance of some
tender legend of the olden time ; to us it is known as Agrimony.,
and has been adopted by floral linguists as the type of thank-
fulness, a feeling which every one must experience, not only
when gazing upon this suggestive " floral apostle," but when

° S / " Floral bough that swingeth,

And tolls its perfume on the passing air;"

for, indeed, O ye flowers ! although your lips are voiceless to

the ear, yet to the heart ye

"Are living preachers ;
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book ;
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers
From loneliest nook. "

The delicate Harebell, the favourite of our poets and the
rival of the heather in the strong love of old Scotia, belongs
to this timorous group of flowers, and, on account of its tender
blossoms and slender, fragile-looking stem, has been made the
emblem of love's frailty. Its azure bell hangs lightly upon its
shivering stalk and " rings to the mosses underneath." With
a mien so frail, one dreads every moment to behold its beauties
rent to pieces and destroyed by the rude wind ; and yet, so
marvellously is this little floral elf constructed, that it will often
successfully brave the battle of the rough elements and outlast
the ruffian breeze that lays the monster oak of a thousand
years shattered upon the soil.

This is the dewy bluebell which Eliza Cook tells us is filled
with " chaliced fragrance," and with which a thousand poets
have linked their imperishable fame.

These lines, by the last-named lady, to "Bluebells in the
Shade," require no introduction to our audience :

"The choicest buds in Flora's train let other fingers twfine;
Let others snatch the damask rose, or wreathe the eglantine ;
I 'd leave the sunshine and parterre, and seek the woodland glads^
To stretch me on the fragrant bed of bluebells in the shade.

Campanula.

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'Let others cull the daffodil, the lily soft and fair,
And deem the tulip's gaudy cup most beautiful and rare ;
But give to me, oh, give to me, the coronal that 's made
Of ruby orchids mingled vnth the bluebells from the shade.

' The sunflower and the peony, the poppy bright and gay.
Have no alluring charms for me : I 'd fling them all away.
Exotic bloom may fill the vase, or grace the high-bom maid ;
But sweeler far to me thaa all are bluebells in the shade."

Eliza Cook.

Hyacinth.

(GAME— PLAY.)

THE Oriental or garden Hyacinth is a native of the Levant
Culture has produced several large and splendid double
varieties of these flo-.vers ; their elegantly shaped bell blossoms,
towering one above another upon graceful stems, in almost
unrivalled redolence and in nearly every hue of the rainbow,
present a glorious spectacle. Sweet-voiced Shelley plaintively

SmgS OI i< 'Y^^^ hyacinth, purple, and white, and blue.

Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew
Of music, so delicate, soft, and intense,
It was felt like an odour within the sense."

According to the mythologists, this fairy-like fragile flower
had its orgin in the death of Hyacinthus, a Laconian youth,
greatly favoured by Apollo, and much admired for his beauty.
He fell a victim to the jealous rage of Zephyrus, who, in re-
venge for the preference manifested for him by the Sun-god,
had determined to effect his destruction. Accordingly, one day
when the ill-fated youth was playing at quoits with his divine
friend, Zephyrus blew so powerfully upon the iron flung by
Apollo that it struck the unfortunate Hyacinthus on the temple
and killed him, to the intense grief of his innocent slayer. To
commemorate the grace and beauty of the poor young prince,
for such he was, Apollo, unable to restore him to life, caused
the flower which now bears his name to spring from his blood.
Thus it was that the hyacinth, so celebrated in the songs of
the poets from the days of Homer downwards, became the
floral hieroglyph of play, although one would certainly have
thought that a more sober meaning could have been awarded
to a bloom reputed to have had so melancholy an origin, and
ivhich still bears imprinted in indelible characters upon its
bosom poor Hyacinthus' last cry of "Ai! at!"

An annual solemnity, called Hyacinthia, was established in
Laconia in honour of Hyacinthus. It lasted three days, during
which the people, to show their grief for the loss of their darling

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prince, ate no bread, but fed upon sweetmeats, and abstained
from adorning their hair with garlands as on ordinary occasions.

On the second day a band of youths entertained the spec-
tators by playing upon the harp, upon the flute, and chanting
grand choruses in honour of Apollo. Numbers came mounted
upon horses richly caparisoned, singing rustic songs, and ac-
companied by a throng, who danced to vocal and instrumental
music ; maidens, selected for their beauty, splendidly attired,
appeared in covered carriages, most magnificently adorned,
singing hymns ; whilst the others were engaged in chariot
races. An immense number of victims were offered on the
altars of Apollo ; and their slaves, as well as their friends, were
entertained with the utmost liberality by the votaries.

This flower is justly the pride of the Dutch florists, who gain
immense annual profits from its culture, although during the
last few years it has somewhat lost ground in public favour, by
reason of the many tropical plants that have been introduced
into owx flora domestica. The credit of having reared the first
double hyacinth is given to Peter Voerhelm, a celebrated florist
of Haarlem. It is stated that he was accustomed to throw
away as imperfect all the double blossoms, until a fit of illness
prevented him from visiting his bulbs for some days ; on re-
newing his floral duties, a double flower that had escaped
destruction attracted his attention. He determined to culti-
vate it ; and well it repaid him his care. Florists and customers
came, saw, and purchased ; but, by some strange vicissitude, this
first double hacyinth, named " Mary," and the two next varie-
ties that were produced, have been lost. For one bulb which
he had raised he is said to have obtained ;£'ioo. This flower,
which he christened " The King of Great Britain," is now con-
sidered the originator of the oldest double variety in existence.

The common or, as old botanists style it, the English hya-
cinth, is frequently termed the Harebell by poetical writers.
Browne, author of " Britannia's Pastorals," in his list of " Floral
Emblems," observes that

"The harebell, for her stainless azured hue,
Claims to be worn of none but those are true. "

The harebell is sometimes white or flesh-coloured, but much
more commonly blue or violet-hued.

Under its general appellation of the hyacinth, this flower has

128 Hyacinth.

received a countless number of poetical tributes ; but its right
to retain them is strongly disputed now-a-days, several writers
maintaining that they were intended for another flower alto-
gether, the red Martagon lily being now supposed rightfully
entitled to the homage paid by ancient authors to the bloom
that sprang from the blood of Hyacinthus, from the fact that
its petals bear the distinguishing mark of ai, ai, and that it is
of a deep blood-coloured hue.

The authoress of " Flora Domestica " enters warmly into
the contest, and certainly makes out a very good case on be-
half of her selected flower. After citing a large number of
poetical witnesses, she winds up her debate by saying; " There
have been great disputes and differences about the hyacinth :
all were agreed that our modern hj'acinth was not the hyacinth
of the ancients ; but the difficulty was to determine what was"
And our authority then concludes by deciding that " the best
arguments have been urged in support of the Martagon lily,
which is ru3w pretty generally acknowledged to be the true
heir to this ancient and illustrious race."

The following tragic, if true, story was related some time
since of the effect said to be produced by the powerful per-
fume of the hyacinth :

M. Sam relates that he was standing at a ball given at the
Tuileries, talking to the great chemist, Dr. Lisfranc, when he
perceived him become pale and move from his position. M.
Sam, fancying that his friend had been taken ill, followed him
out to the salle des marechaux. There having recovered his
equanimity, he said, ' I have just seen a beautiful young bride
waltzing with her second husband. Now, I am perfectly con-
vinced she murdered her first husband. It had been a love
match ; but the young man discovered that he had made a fatal
mistake, and his health visibly declined. One morning he was
found dead in his bed-room, which his wife had filled with hya-
cinths : their poisonous emanations had evidently killed him.
On being summoned to examine into the cause of his death,
I perfectly remembered having related in his wife's hearing a
case of poisoning produced by those very flowers, and on
learning that a scandalous intrigue on her part had been the
cause of his misery, I have not the slightest doubt that the
wretched woman adopted this mode of regaining her liberty.' "

Marygold

(GRIEF.)

' She droops and mourns,
Bedew'd, as 'twere, with tears. '

George 'Withers.

THE classic name for this flower is Calendula, which some
writers translate into the " flower of all the months ; "
a title given to it, they add, in consequence of its blossoming
the whole year — a statement scarcely borne out by facts so far
as England is concerned. By old English poets these plants
are called " golds ; " the name of the Virgin Mary was a very
frequent addition in the middle ages to anything useful or
beautiful, and so in course of time this flower became known
as the marygold. In Provence they call it gauche fer (left-hand
iron), probably from its round, brilliant disc, suggestive of a
shield, which is worn on the left arm.

Why so dazzling a bloom should have become the emblem
of grief it is difficult to say, but in many lands it is regarded
as such. Although alone, however, the marygold expresses
grief, by a judicious admixture with other flowers its meaning
may be greatly varied. For instance, combined with roses it
is symbolic of " the bitter sweets and pleasant pains of love ; "
whilst amongst Eastern nations a bouquet of marygolds and
poppies signifies " I will allay your pain." Associated with
cypress, the emblem of death, marygolds betoken despair.

Linnseus has remarked that the marygold is usually open
from nine in the morning till three in the afternoon ; this fore-
shows a continuance of dry weather : should the blossom
remain closed, rain may be expected. This circumstance, and
the fact of its always turning its golden face towards the giver
of day, has caused this plant to be sometimes termed " the
sun follower," and the " spouse of the sun."

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130 Marygold.

Chatterton, alluding to its having given in its adherence to
the early closing movement, calls it

"The Marybudde, that shutteth with the light."

And Browne, in his " Britannia's Pastorals," says :

"But, maiden, see, the day is waxen olde.
And 'gins to shut in with the marygolde."

Whilst ever-watchful Shakspeare remarks in " Cymbeline,"
that when " Phoebus 'gins arise," the " winking marybuds
begin to ope their golden eyes."

Another noteworthy property of this flower is that it lasts
out all its floral compeers, and continues blooming until
stopped by the frost. In her " Farewell to the Flowers in
Autumn," Mrs. Sigourney acknowledges this virtue of the
neglected plant :

" Coarse maiygold, in days of yore I scorned thy tawny face,
But since my plants are frail and few, I 've given thee welcome place. "

Keats pays more heed to the natural attractions of this
flower, and sings :

" Open afresh your round of starry folds.
Ye ardent maiygolds !
Dry up the moisture of your golden lids.
For great Apollo bids

That in these days your praises shall he sung
On many harps, which he has lately strung;
And then again your dewiness he kisses —
Tell him I have you in my world of blisses :
So haply when I rove in some far vale,
' His mighty voice may come upon the gale."

Marguerite of Orleans, the maternal grandmother of Henry
the Great of France, to express how all her thoughts and
affections were directed towards Heaven, adopted for her ar-
morial device a marygold turning towards the sun, with the
motto, " Je lie veiix suivre que lid suel."

Chaucer frequently mentions these flowers under their an-
cient name of " goldes," and, in " The Knight's Tale," bestows
a garland of them upon Jealousy, yellow being the colour
deemed emblematical of that passion.

The marygold is sometimes considered the florigraphical
sign of prediction, because it is used by our lads and lasses, cis

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is the daisy by those of France, and the aster by those of
Germany, to determine whether they are beloved or not by the
object of their thoughts.

This flower excited more solemn reflections in the mind of
George Withers, who in his usual quaint manner thus moralizes
over it :

" When, with a serious musing, I behold
The grateful and obsequious marygold.
How duly every morning she displays
Her open breast when Phoebus spreads his rays ;
How she observes him in her daily walk.
Still bending towards him her small slender stalk ;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew'd, as 't were, with tears till he returns ;
And how she veils her flowers when he is gone.
As if she scom'd to be looked upon
By an inferior eye, or did contemn
To wait upon a meaner light than him.
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers
Have spirits far more generous than ours.
And give us fair examples to despise
The servile fawnings and idolatries
Wlierewith we court these earthly things below,
Which merit not the service we bestow."

Aster.

(AFTER-THOUGHT,)

"Like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted."

Anon.

THE Aster, or Starwort, represents an exceedingly nu-
merous family which derives its name from the Greek
word aster, signifying star. In the language of flowers it is
said to be emblematical of after-thought, because it begins to
blow when other flowers are scarce. " It is like an after-
thought of Flora's, who smiles at leaving us."

The different varieties of this flower are very numerous ;
and, being very showy, of almost every colour, and those
colours remarkably vivid, they make a brilliant figure in our
gardens in autumn.

The general favourite is the China aster, which is larger and
handsomer than any of the others. Europe is indebted for
this variety to Father d'lncarville, a Jesuit missionary, who, in
1730, sent some seeds of it to the royal gardens at Paris.
This flower is much admired by the Chinese, who make con-
siderable use of it in the decorations of their gardens, arranging
it so as to rival the richest patterns of Persian carpets, or the
most curious figures that can be devised by the artist in filigree.

The French are fond of this flower, and from the resemblance
which its blossoms bear in shape, although on a much larger
scale, to the daisy, call it La Reine Marguerite, or Queen daisy.

The amellus spoken of by the Greek and Latin poets is
supposed to belong to the aster tribe :

" The attic star, so named in Grecian use.
But call'd amellus by the Mantuan muse,"

says Rapine ; and Virgil, in his fourth " Georgic," says : " We
have also a floWer in the meadows, which the country people

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call 'amellus.' The herb is very easy to be found, for the
root — which consists of a great bunch of fibres — sends forth a
vast number of stalks. The flower itself is of a golden colour,
surrounded by a great number of leaves, which are purple like
violets. The altars of the gods are often adorned with wreaths
of these flowers."

The star-flower, as the Germans call the aster, is employed
by that people as a village oracle, after the manner described
under the heading of daisy. Gothe, in his great tragedy of
" Faust," makes a beautiful use of this superstition. It is in
the well-known garden scene, where Faust is walking with the
young and guileless Marguerite — a scene that Retzsch has
chosen for his wildly-suggestive pencil, and L. E. L. for her
plaintive pen to reproduce. The poor, lovelost girl gathers a
flower, and, according to her simple method of divination,
proceeds to pluck off the florets, alternately repeating the
words, " He loves me," " he loves me not." On arriving at the
last leaf, she joyously exclaims, " He loves me ! " and Faust,
in spite of himself, overpowered by her childish innocence,
breaks forth, " Yes ! he loves thee : let this floral token be a
decree of Heaven ! "

Dr. Zerffi, in his valuable notes to his edition of " Faust," says,
" It is a general custom for lovers to consult flowers, as a sort
of oracle, as to whether their love is returned or not. The
plan adopted is simple enough. A star-flower, which seems
to be the favourite, is selected, and the person consulting it
repeats the words

" ' Er liebt mich von Herzen
Mit Schmerzmi,
Ja — oder nein.'

A single leaf is pulled off at each recurrence of the words ia
and nein, and the answer of the oracle is yes or no, as ja or
nein is pronounced on pulling the last of the leaves."

Tuberose.

(DANGEROUS PLEASURES.)

THERE is a curious perversion of name in the designation
of this flower, which has nothing to do with " tubes,"
or " roses," and is merely a corruption of its botanical title,
Polianthes tuberosa, the latter word simply signifying tuberous,
and the former word, from the Greek, expressing city-flower.

This glorious floral favourite grows naturally in India, whence
it was brought into Europe in 1632. Its blossoms were origi-
nally single ; and a Monsieur le Cour, a celebrated Leyden
florist, first produced a double variety. He was so tenacious
of the roots of this flower, that after he had propagated them
in such plenty as to have more than he could plant, he caused
them to be cut in pieces, to have the vanity of boasting that
he was the only person in Europe who possessed specimens of
them. This device could not, however, long exclude so de-
sirable an acquisition from the gardens of Europe, and it is
now common all over the world.

Its white blossom exhales the most exquisite perfume — a
perfume, however, it is alleged, so powerful, that to enjoy it
without danger it is necessary to keep at some distance from
the plant.

Shelley, in verses as inexpressibly beautiful as the object
they celebrate, calls

"The sweet tuberose,
The sweetest flower for scent that blows."

The Malayans style this floral belle, " The Mistress of the
Night ; " a poetical idea that the Irish Anacreon makes use of
in his fantastic poem of " Lalla Rookh : "

"The tuberose, with her silvery light.

That in the gardens of Malay
Is called the Mistress of the Night,
So like a bride, scented and bright,

She comes out when the sim 's away."

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It has been prettily remarked that we must remember that
Moore is speaking of the lady's habits when in her native
country ; in our colder clime she waits for the sunshine before
expanding her perfumed petals. When worn in the hair by
a Malayan lady, it informs her lover, in a manner that words
could never speak half so well, that his suit is pleasing to her.

An exquisite little y«/ d' esprit by Leigh Hunt, known as the
" Albanian Love Letter," prettily carries out this idea of

" Saying all one feels and thinks
In clever daffodils and pinks ;
Uttering (as well as silence may)
The sweetest words the sweetest way."

It may be found entire under the heading of " Floral Bou-
quets."

Broom.

(HUMILI TY.)
" The memorial flower of a princely race."

THE Broom is a very ornamental shrub, with few leaves,
but an abundance of brilliant and elegant flowers.
There are three species with white and one with violet-coloured
bloom, all the others having yellow blossoms.

Our common broom surpasses most of the foreign kinds in
beauty ; indeed, few shrubs are more magnificent than this
evergreen, with its profusion of bright golden blossoms, me-
lodious with the murmuring of innumerable bees. Few can
gaze unmoved upon its splendid wreaths of glittering bloom,

'Yellow and bright, as bullion mialloy'd."

It is, therefore, not to be wondered at that our poets have
clustered round it almost as thickly and as lovingly as the
bees, or, its beauty being known, that they should have de-
rived as abundant a supply of sweets from its sweetness as'
their little musical competitors, who "hunt for the golden dew."

Many a plaintive tale is associated with the broom ; many
a lament has been sung of the sad thoughts engendered by
lingering, loving memories of " the bonny broom," by wan-
derers far off from their native land.

The Scotch, ever wakeful to the beauties of their native
home, have long recognized the poetry of this picturesque
plant, and in their songs and ballads often chant its praise :

" O, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom.
The broom of the Cowden Knows ;
For sure so soft, so sweet a bloom
Elsewhere there never grows."

Burns lauds it, and well he might, for doubtless he had

Broom. 137

ofttimes seen it waving high over the headlong torrents of his
darling Scotia, or spreading a gorgeous golden canopy down
the sides of his native mountains. Hark to his paan :

" Their groves of sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon.
Whose bright beaming summers exalt the perfume ;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen of green breckan,
Wi' the bum stealing under the long yellow broom.

" Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers.

Where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly, unseen ^
And where, lightly tripping amang the sweet flowers,
A-listening the linnet, oft wanders my Jean. "

Although, in floral phraseology, the broom is typical of
humility, it has, its presumed humbleness notwithstanding,
had several adventures with royalty. History informs us that
amid the stormy times of the fourteenth century this wild
shrub was scarcely less distinguished as a regal flower than the
royal rose herself. The English sovereign race of Plantagenet
evidently derived their surname iromgefi4t, the French name of
this plant ; but there appears a great discrepancy between the
reasons assigned by different writers as to why the designation
was first assumed. Skinner says that the House of Anjou
derived the name of Plantagenet from a prince thereof who,
having killed his brother to enjoy his principality, afterwards
repented, and made a voyage to the Holy Land to expiate his
crime, scourging himself every night with a rod made of the
plant gen6t. Those people who are sceptical on the point of
royal repentances, more especially when they require penances
as an accompaniment, may feel more inclined to give credence
to the account embodied in the following popular legend,
which tells us that a sprig of genista was first adopted as the
family badge by Gefroi, Duke of Anjou, father of Henry H.
He gathered that wild flower — so runs the story — when, pass-
ing through a rocky pathway, he beheld on either side bushes
of yellow broom clinging with firm grasp to the huge stones,
or upholding the crumbling soil ; and " thus," said he, " shall
that golden plant ever be my cognizance, — rooted firmly amid
rocks, and yet upholding that which is ready to fall. I will
bear it in my crest — amid battle-fields if need be — at tourna-
ments, and when dispensing justice ! " Thus saying, the
(varrior broke off a branch, and fixing it in triumph in his cap.

138 Broom.

returned to his castle. Not only did the duke adopt his
country's most beauteous wild flower as a cognizance, but he
also took the name of Plantagenet, or plania genista, and
transmitted the same to his princely descendants, who each
bore it from the time of Henry II. — called by historians the
first royal sprig of genista, till the third Richard, last scion of
the plant of Anjou.

This version of the story how the emblem of humility be-
came the crest of a sovereign house, is corroborated by Lemon,
in his " English Etymology." He thus recapitulates the tale :

" Geofifry, Count of Anjou, acquired the surname of Planta-
genet from the incident of his wearing a sprig of broom on a
day of battle. This Geofifry was second husband to Matild,
or Maud, Empress of Germany and daughter of Henry I. of
England ; and from this Plantagenet family were descended
all our Edwards and Henries."

It could not be expected that so romantic a story would
escape the poets, and accordingly we find it embalmed in the
following flowing verse :

"Time vras when thy golden chain of flowers
Was linked, the warrior's brow to bind ;
When rear'd in the shelter of royal bowers,
Thy wreath with a kingly coronal twined.

" The chieftain who bore thee high in his crest,
And bequeathed to his race thy simple name.
Long ages past has sunk to his rest,
And only survives in the rolls of fame.

"Though a feeble thing that Nature forms,
A frail and perishing flower art thou ;
Yet thy race has survived a thousand storms,
That have made the monarch and warrior bow.

" The storied urn may be crumbled to dust.
And time may the marble bust deface ;
But thou wilt be faithful and firm to thy trust.
The memorial flower of a princely race."

In 1234, when the brave Marguerite, the Queen of Louis IX.
of France was crowned, that King, surnamed " the Saint,"
selected the broom as the badge to be worn by the members
of a new order of knighthood which he created on that festive
occasion. The knights of this order wore a chain composed
of the blossoms of the geuit entwined with v/\iit& Jleurs-de-lis,

Broom. . 139

from which was suspended a golden cross inscribed with the
words Exaltat humtles.* Attached to this order was a body-
guard of one hundred nobles, who wore, embroidered on the
backs and fronts of their coats, the broom, and above that, a
.hand holding a crown, with the inscription, Deus exaltat
.kuimles.-\

Some florigraphists have deemed the broom emblematic of
ardour, doubtless from the well-authenticated fact that the
spadix acquires so strong a heat as to be painful to the hand
when touched.

There is one great charm, seldom commented upon, about
this flower, —

"The golden broom.
Which scents the passing gale," —

and that is its delicious aroma.

■ He exalleth the htunble. t God exalteth the humble.

Poppy.

(CONSOLATION. — OBLIVION.)

THE Poppy is used as the floral sign of consolation; chiefly,
it is supposed, because, as the Greek mythologists tell
us, it was created by Ceres whilst in search of her daughter
Proserpine, as a soother of her grief. Our old pastoral poet,
William Browne, in his quaint phraseology, says :

" Sleep-bringing poppy, by the plowman late.
Not without cause, to Ceres consecrate :
For being round and full at his half-birth,
■ It signified the perfect orb of earth ;
And by his inequalities when blowne,
The earth's low vales and higher hills were showne ;
By multitude of grains it held within,
Of men and beasts the number noted bin. . . .

Or since her daughter that she loved so well,

By him that in th' infernal shades does dwell,

*******

Fairest Proserpina was rapt away.

And she in plaints the night, in tears the day.

Had long time spent ; when no high power could give her

Any redresse, the poppy did relieve her :

For, eating of the seeds, they sleep procured.

And so beguiled those griefs she long endured."

The well-known somniferous qualities of the poppy is ad-
duced as another reason why it should be deemed symbolic
of consolation, and of oblivion. That it, the producer of
Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, should be chosen as the
emblem of the alleviation of our troubles, does indeed appear
just. Shakspeare, Spenser, and others frequently allude to
the " drowsy poppy " as productive of " the easer of all our
woes." Leigh Hunt calls it the "blissful poppy," from its
soothing and sleep-inducing properties ; whilst Horace Smith
prays :

5i~^"Si-^^I^'~' t^'"~!rl:J ^'c'^'"'''~'*sf°'~^

-' — ' — 1— t::^:^:

Poppy. 141

" Gentle Sleep !
Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above ;
And in new dreams, not soon to vanish, bless
My senses with the sight of her I love."

Mr. Davidson states that it was the custom with the Romans
to offer poppies to the dead, especially to those whose manes
they designed to appease ; and Virgil, in his " Georgics," call-
ing it the Lethsean poppy, directs that it be offered by way of
funeral rite to Orpheus.

This same Latin writer compares the dying Euryalus, as he
falls to earth with his white breast pierced by the cruel sword,
to the poppy, bowing, down its wearied neck when its head is
overcharged with rain. And his great predecessor. Homer,
used the same metaphor, if Pope's translation may be relied
on ; whilst Virgil's worthy successor, Ariosto, reproduced the
image.

The ancient Greeks, who regarded Sleep as the great com-
forter of the world, gave him for his only ornament a wreath
of poppies. The Romans also generally adorned the statues
of Ceres, the beneficent deity, with the same flowers.

Our great neglected poet, Richard Home, in " Orion," one
of the greatest and grandest epics of modern times, introduces
this symbol blossom thus :

"He approached
And found the spot, so sweet with clover flower
When they cast them down, was now arrayed
With many-headed poppies, like a crowd
Of dusky Ethiops in a magic cirque,
Which had sprung up beneath them in the night.
And all entranced the air."

"•^»fi^^9«^

Pink.

(PURE LOVE.)

THE Pink is another of those beautiful blossoms made use
of by florigraphists to indicate the grand passion, it being
typical of pure love. Florists have two principal divisions of
these lovely flowers — pinks and carnations. The latter is much
larger and fuller leaved, but not more fragrant, than its little
sister. The high rank which this extensive genus held in the
estimation of the Greeks and Romans may be learned from its
nomenclature. By the former people it was called the "divine
flower " (dianthus), the name it still retains ; to the latter race
it was known as Flos Jovis, or "Jove's Flower;" that title,
according to some, being bestowed on it for its remarkable
beauty ; but awarded to it, others say, for its super-eminent
fragrance.

The Bearded Pink is better known as the Sweet William,
under which well-known designation it will be found in this
volume. Of one type of this odoriferous group, the Clove
Pink, the varieties are endless ; all exhale the most exquisite of
scents. Whilst the larger kinds are those known as carnations,
the smaller are termed " gillyflowers," which is a floral name
more frequently sung of by our ancient poets, from dear old
Chaucer downwards, than any other. This cognomen is
supposed to be a corruption of "July flower ;" but that deriva-
tion has been much questioned of late. Michael Drayton
calls it

"The curious choice clove July flower,
Whose kinds, hight the carnation.
For sweetness of most sovereign power

Shall help my wreath to fashion ;
Whose sundry colours of one kind,

First from one root derived,
Them in their several suits I '11 bind,
My garland so contrived. "

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Shakspeare, ever ready to pay a floral compliment, makes

■' ' "The fairest flowers o' the season

Are our carnations and streaked gillyflowers."

And the readers of Spenser and Milton will find these flowers'

names " as familiar in their mouths as household words." Some

of our old authors frequently style them " sops-in-wine," from

the fact, it is alleged, that they were employed in flavouring

dainty dishes, as well as wine and other drinks ; and they who

maintain this theory cite a rather problematical passage of

Chaucer's in support of it.

The authoress of " Flora Domestica," in her remarks upon

the celebrity which these flowers have attained through their

loveliness and fragrance, says in the latter they are equalled

by few plants, exceeded perhaps by none. As the rose for her

beauty, the nightingale for his song, so is the pink noted for

its sweetness. ,, , , „ . , , „ .- • ,,
And the pink, of smells divme,

is seldom or ever forgotten when the poets would celebrate the
charms of Flora.

Matthisson, the German author, tells of a pretty little inci-
dent, in which the carnation plays a part. He was near
Grenoble, in France, and travelling along the road leading to
Mount Cenis. By the roadside was a little chapel dedicated
to the Blessed Virgin. Before the altar, which was surmounted
by vases of flowers, knelt a girl, holding in her hand a bouquet
of clove carnations. The German traveller alighted from his
carriage, and, seating himself upon an adjacent rock, watched
the fair devotee, whose eyes were overrunning with tears. Just
as she arose from her prayers, a young man, driving some
horses before him, appeared round the angle of the road, and
the instant the girl perceived him she flew into his arms, and,
amid smiles and tears, presented him with the bouquet of car-
nations, which he placed with reverential care in the bosom of
his jacket. The traveller continued his journey, musing over
the probable consequences of the approaching separation —
perhaps the first — of these young lovers.

Such incidents are so numerous on a journey through life,
that they appear almost too trivial for record ; and yet they
may be the most momentous events in their enactors' histories.

Furze.

(ANGER.)

THE Furze and the broom so closely resemble each other,
both in form and colour, and are so frequently associated,
that the former is sometimes styled by botanists Genista spinoscc
— the thorny broom. The various names by which this bril-
liant wild flower is known in different parts of the country
often puzzles readers, and leaves them uncertain as to the
identity of the plant. In the south it is called furze, whin in
the east, and in the north, gorse ; and that is how the confu-
sion arises.
Furze —

' ' The vernal furze,
With golden baskets hung," —

grows abundantly on all our waste lands, not even shunning
the neighbourhood of our great metropolis itself; and it is re-
corded that Linnaeus, who had never seen this plant in Sweden,
where the climate is too severe for its spontaneous production,
was so delighted when he first beheld a common near London
bedecked with its golden blossom, that he fell on his knees,
enraptured at the sight. Our lost singer, Elizabeth Barrett
Browning, in some dainty lines entitled "Lessons from the
Gorse," thus alludes to this story :

"Mountain gorses, since Linnaeus
Knelt beside you on the sod,
For your beauty thanking God,^
For your teaching ye should see us
Bowing in prostration new.
Whence arisen, if one or two
Drops be on our cheeks, O worlds 1 they are not tears, but dew. "

After such poetry — poetry where lurks hidden, like fragrance
in the flower, more than meets the casual eye — how difficult it

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is to turn to chilly prose, and recount how the great botanist
conveyed to Sweden some plants of " the prickly gorse that
decks itself with ornaments of gold," and how he complained
that he could never preserve it in his garden through the
winter 1

Even strangers who come from those sunny southern lands,

" Where the rough rocks with tender myrtles bloom,"

have exhausted the powers of their own musical language in
describing their feelings of admiration whilst looking upon
some wild common, fragrant with the perfume and resplendent
with the lustrous beauty of that plant which, sings Keats,
" buds lavish gold."

Floral caligraphists employ this inimitable blossom as the
emblem of anger, but to the poetess quoted above it conveyed
a far higher import :

" Mountain blossoms, shining blossoms.
Do ye teach us to be glad
When no summer can be had.
Blooming in our inward bosoms ?
Ye whom God preserveth still.
Set as lights upon a hill.
Tokens to the wintry earth that Beauty liveth still I

" Mountain gorses, do you teach us
From that academic chair
Canopied with azure air.
That the wisest word man reaches
Is the humblest he can speak ?
Ye who live on mountain peak,
Yet live low along the ground, beside the grasses meek !

Not only, indeed, do these "shining blossoms teach us to
be glad," by means of their fragrance, and by reason of the
glowing sea of golden light which they ofttimes display to our
gratified vision, but by the numerous valuable uses to which
they can be put — uses too numerous to be mentioned here.

"In calm and sunny weather," says a floral writer, " it is
pleasant to hear the crackling sound produced by the explo-
sion of the elastic seed-vessels among furze-bushes, resembling
that of tiny popguns, such as fairies might be supposed to use,
if those small people ever disturbed their pleasant revels with
warlike deeds."

10

Geranium.

(DECEIT.)

"These flowers are like the pleasures of the world."

Shakspeare.

THERE are as many florigrapliical meanings attached to
this choice flower as there are varieties of it, and they,
veritably, are numberless ; but we have selected the symbol
that appears to appertain to the genus in general. The name
Geraniu'>n is derived from the Greek, and signifies a crane, the
fruit bearing some resemblance to the form of a crane's bill
and head. Indeed, the old English designation for the wild
species of this flower was "crane's-bill ;" but the classic form
has entirely superseded it of late, as it has also consigned to
oblivion its other title, when in an untamed state, of Herb
Robert.

This plant is divided into three genera : Erodium, Pelar-
gonium, and Geranium, respectively signifying " heron's-bill,"
" stork's-bill," and "crane's-bill," all of which names are de-
rived from their blossoms' fancied resemblance to the appen-
dages of those birds.

The Scented Geranium is considered typical of preference, a
quality for which the softness of its leaves, the beauty of its
bloom, and its fragrant odour, will most decidedly obtain it the
award. It emits a delightful scent when lightly rubbed by the
finger ; and so accustomed are people to use this experiment,
that a person approaching a geranium almost mechanically
rubs or plucks a leaf for the anticipated perfume.

" And genteel geranium.
With a leaf for all that come,''

seldom fails to obtain notice and admiration, even when sur-

Geranium. 147

rounded by the most curious or brilliant exotics ; although,
when it happens, as it often does, that the plant is not a scented
one, the experimentalist fully comprehends why it is deemed
symbolic of deceit.

The Thick-stemmed Geranium is a very singular plant. This
species, Mr. Andrews tells us, was found near five feet high in
the Bay of Angra Peguena, on the south-western coast of
Africa, in the chasm of a white marble rock, apparently without
any earth ; for, on pulling up the plant, the roots, several yards
in length, were naked and hard as wire, and appeared to have
received nourishment solely from the moisture lodged there
during the rainy season, assisted by a little sand drifted by the
wind into the cavities. The heat was so intense on these rocks
as to blister the soles of the feet ; and yet all the geraniums
there were in perfection, it being just then their flowering
season.

All the most admired plants of the geranium family are
natives of the Cape of Good Hope. The Scarlet Geranium,
which is not only the most common, but also the most popular,
of all this genus, is, strange to say, recorded in the language
of flowers as the emblem of stupidity. It is one of the most
brilliant of our floral pets, and deservedly, as Cowper remarks,

" Geranium boasts
Her ciimson honours."

A favourite game is played at Rome, in which the leaf
of the geranium is employed. This game is styled "Far il
Verde" and seems to consist principally in obtaining forfeits
from one another. Its rules are too tedious and far-fetched for
English sympathies.

Herb Robert, the wild species of this flower, has received
many poetic tributes : the following verses are extracted from
a poem addressed to it :

" There is a small but lovely flower,
With crimson star and calyx brown,
On pathway side, beneath the bower.
By Nature's hand profusely strown.

" There are its rosy petals shown,

'Midst curious foims and mosses rare,
Imbedded in the dark grey stone,
When not another flower is there."

Fuchsia..

(TASTE.)

THE Fuchsia, a native of Chili, was named after Leonard
Fuchs, a noted German botanist.

Mr. Shepherd, the conservator of the Botanic Gardens at
Liverpool, gives the following interesting account of the intro-
duction of this elegant little flowering shrub into our English
gardens and greenhouses.

Old Mr. Lee, a nurseryman and gardener near London,
well known fifty or sixty years ago, was one day showing his
variegated treasures to a friend, who suddenly turned round
and exclaimed, " Well, you have not in your collection a pret-
tier flower than I saw this morning at Wapping." " Indeed ?
and pray what was this phoenix like 1 " was the rejoinder.
" Why, the plant was elegant, and the flowers hung in rows
like tassels from the pendent branches, their colour the richest
crimson, and in the centre a fold of deep purple." Obtaining
minute direction of the spot, Mr. Lee posted off to Wapping,
and on discovering the abode, he at once perceived that the
plant was new in this part of the world. Entering the house,
which was tenanted by a sailor's wife, he said, "My good
woman, this is a nice plant ; I should like to buy it." " Ah, sir !
I could not part with it for any money : my husband brought
it from the West Indies for me, and I promised when he went
to sea again to keep it for his sake." " But I must have it ! "
" No, sir." " Here — (emptying his pocket) — here are gold, silver,
copper." (His stock was something more than eight guineas.)
"Well-a-day! but this is a power of money, sure and sure!" '"Tis
yours, and the plant is mine ; and, my good dame, you shall
have one of the first young ones I rear, to keep for your hus-
band's sake." " Alack ! you '11 promise me ?" " You shall, by
Jove you shall!" A coach was called, in which was safely

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deposited our florist and his purchase. His first work on
reaching home was to pull off and utterly destroy every ves-
tige of blossom and blossom bud ; it was divided into cuttings,
which were forced in hotbeds and bark-beds, were re-divided
and sub-divided. Every effort was used to multiply the plant,
and by the commencement of the next flowering season Mr.
Lee was the delighted possessor of three hundred fuchsia
plants, all giving promise of blossom. The two which opened
first were removed into his show-house. A lady came. " Why,
Mr. Lee — my dear Mr. Lee ! where did you get this charming
flower } " " Hem ! 't is a new thing, my lady : pretty, is it not.'"
" Pretty .'' 't is lovely ! Its price.''" "A guinea. Thank you,
my lady." And one of the two plants was at once carried off
to her ladyship's boudoir. Scarcely had the flower reached
its new domicile than a visitor arrived, saw, and admired the
new floral acquisition ; and learning that there was another
left, ordered her carriage off at once to Mr. Lee's. A third
flowering plant stood on the spot whence the first had been
taken. The second guinea was paid, and the second fuchsia
found its way to the residence of her second ladyship. The
scene was repeated as new-comers came, saw, and were con-
quered by the beauty of the plant. New chariots flew to the
gates of old Lee's nursery-ground. Two fuchsias, young,
graceful, and bursting into healthy flower, were constantly
seen on the same spot in his repository.

He neglected not to gladden the sailor's wife by the pro-
mised gift ; but ere the flower season closed, three hundred
golden guineas chinked in his purse, the produce of the single
plant of the good-wife of Wapping ; the reward of the taste,
decision, skill, and perseverance of old Mr. Lee.

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A I. M O N D - T R E E.

(INDISCRETION.)

THIS fragrant forerunner of spring has been adopted by
Western florigraphists as the emblem of indiscretion,
on account of its flowering so early that its beautiful pink
blossoms are frequently prevented from fructifying, because of
the injury they sustain from the frost. With Oriental nations,
however, the almond has a very different but quite as appro-
priate signification. The Mahommedans regard its flowers as
typical of hope, because they bloom on the bare branches.
Moore, with his usual felicity of expression, has thus availed
himself of this pretty allegory :

" The dream of a future happier hour
That alights on misery's brow,
Springs out of the silvery almond flower
That blooms on a leafless bough. "

Pleasant a sight to our eyes as is this tree in blossom, in
Oriental climes it is seen in far greater perfection. It grows
to between twenty and thirty feet high, and the blooms
spread from one end of the young branches to the other, as
thickly as they can grow, and before a leaf is to be seen. The
Hebrew writers, who regarded the almond as a symbol of
haste and vigilance, frequently refer to it. "What seest thou .' "
said the Lord to Jeremiah; and the prophet answered, " I see
a rod of an almond-tree." Then said the Lord, " Thou hast
seen well ; for I will hasten my word and perform it."

The rod of Aaron, which budded and brought forth fruit,
was of the almond-tree : " it budded, and brought forth buds,
and bloomed blossoms, and yielded almonds." A writer on
Scriptural plants, remarking on an allusion made to the al-
mond in the twelfth chapter of that magnificent poem, Ecclesi-
astes, says, "The almond-tree, covered with its snow-white
blossoms, is a beautiful poetic emblem of the hoary head, and

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the casting of the blossoms might further represent the shed-
ding of the silver locks from the venerable brows of age."

The Hebrew name of this tree is "shakad," which means to
make haste, or to awake early.

The ancient fabulists, who had some beautiful legend to
account for all the phenomena of nature, ascribed the origin
of the almond-tree to Phyllis, a young and beautiful Thracian
queen, who became enamoured of and wedded Demophoon,
the son of Theseus and Phaedra, and who, on his return from the
siege of Troy, had been cast by a storm upon the shores of
Thrace. Recalled to Athens by his father's death, the royal
consort promised to return in a month, but failing to do so,
the afflicted bride gradually lost all hopes of seeing him again,
and, after several unfruitful visits to the sea-shore, died of grief,
and was transformed into an almond-tree. After three months'
absence the truant husband returned, and, overwhelmed with
sorrow, offered a sacrifice by the sea-shore to appease the
manes of his luckless bride. Loving even in death, she ap-
peared to respond to his repentance ; for the almond-tree, into
which she was metamorphosed, instantly put forth flowers,
as if to prove by one last effort the unchangeableness of her
affection.

In former times an abundance of blossom on the almond-
tree was regarded as the omen of a fruitful season.

Flos Adonis.

(PAINFUL RECOLLECTIONS.)

THIS emblem of painful recollections has received as many
names as a Spanish princess. To Gerarde it was known
as May-flower and red camomile ; but he says, " our London
women do call it rose-a-rubie." Red morocco and pheasant's
eye are also amongst its cognomens, but, Adonis flower and
Flos Adonis are the titles by which it is at present recognized.
To the poetical Greeks it was known as the Spring-flower ; by
the French it is termed " drops of blood," or gouttes de sang,
in allusion to the fable which ascribes its origin to the blood of
Adonis. In all probability the flower received its classic name
of Adonis from being confounded with the anemone, which it
resembles. They, however, are not the only blossoms which
lay claim to the same illustrious origin : the larkspur has been
put forward as an aspirant for this honour, but its claim has
obtained very few advocates. Moschus gives the right to the
rose, as also did Bion, in his well-known "Lament for Adonis,"
of which the words in question are thus rendered by Mrs.
Browning, in her translation of the poem :

" She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed.
And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close ;
Her tears to the wind-flower — his blood to the rose."

Some will have it that the identical bloom — whichever one
it was, and quaint old Gerarde would persuade us that it was
the Venice mallow — sprang up entirely from the tears shed by
Venus. When doctors differ it is hard to come to an under-
standing, and therefore we will content ourselves with the re-
flection that whatever flower it was that came of such renowned
parentage, this pretty crimson blossom most decidedly deserves

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it. In the southern corn-fields of England it is very often seen,
lifting up its deep red cup amongst the green slender leaves
of the barley and wheat long before their grain appears. Like
its namesake the beautiful hunter, it is said to be an enemy to
the corn ; but its bright and transient blossoms fade quickly
— as quickly, let us hope, as the recollections which they
symbolize.

In Leigh Hunt's " Foliage," there is a translation from the
Greek pastoral poet Theocritus, which alludes to the classic
story that this favourite of Venus was allowed to revisit and
spend six months of the year with her on earth, alternately
with six months spent with Proserpine in the lower regions :

' Go, beloved Adonis, go,
Year by year thus to and fro."

Arbutus.

(THEE ONLY DO I LOVE.)

THE Arbutus, or strawberry-tree, as it is frequently called
in England and France, because of the resemblance of
its fruit to a strawberry, is one of those rare and delightful
objects on which Nature, with a lavish profusion, showers at
one time bud, blossom, and fruit.

This beautiful symbol of inseparable love requires a whole
twelvemonth to perfect its fruit, so that in the autumn of the
year, when other trees and flowers are shedding their withered
leaves and petals on the ground, the lovely arbutus may be
seen, with its rich red strawberry-like fruit — clusters of waxen-
hued blossoms, their vine-coloured stems, and its green leaves,
resembling those of the bay — all flourishing in unstinted
abundance, thus realizing the poetic fiction of fruit and flowers
growing together.

Surely this sweet emblem of a sweeter theme passed through
the mind of Thomson, when, in his " Seasons," he talked of
how

"Great Spring, before.
Greened all the year; and fruit and blossoms blushed
In social sweetness on the selfsame bough."

Sir Arthur Elton, it is presumed, is the author of the follow-
ing truthful description of this botanical phenomenon :

"The leafy arbute spreads
A snow of blossoms, and on every bough
Its vermeil fruitage glitters to the sun."

The fruit of the common arbutus is called unedo; and Pliny
is said to have given it that name because it was so bitter that
only one could be eaten at a time. In Spain and Italy, how-
ever, the country-people eat them, and in the early ages it

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appears to have been a common article of food. In Padua,
and other Italian cities, they are still sold in the markets ;
whilst the English and American confectioners are reported to
use large quantities of the thyme-leaved arbutus-berries as a
substitute for cranberries, which fruit they resemble.

Horace has celebrated the arbutus in his odes, whilst his
predecessor, Virgil, very frequently mentions it, and, in the
" .^neid," describes the bier cf Evander's son, young Pallas,
as formed of arbutus rods and oaktn twigs. Sannazaro speaks
of the arbutus as employed, together with other symbolic trees
and flowers, at the celebration of the festival in honour of Pales,
a rural goddess of the Romans.

In Barthelemy's " Travels of Anacharsis the Younger," this
tree is spoken of as growing on Mount Ida — as attaining a
considerable height, and, above all, being of such virtue that
serpents ceased to be venomous after feeding upon its fruit,
which fruit the neighbouring peasants consider exquisitely
sweet. These trees, of course, belonged to the Oriental arbutus,
or andrachne, as it is generally called. Dallaway speaks of it
as abounding in the vicinity of the far-famed Miletus, and
states that the fruit resembles a scarlet strawberry both in size
and flavour.

This same traveller states that it grows in wild luxuriance,
amid myrtles and roses, about Belgrade — a place that Lady
Mary Montague described in her charming letters as a perfect
Paradise, but which modern progress has wonderfully trans-
mogrified into something very different.

Evelyn complained sadly in his time of the neglect shown
to this lovely child of Nature, and at the present day he would
scarcely find much to cause an alteration in his tone.

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Snowdrop.

(FRIEND IN NEED— HOPE.)

THIS first-born flower of the flowers of spring is generally
deemed the emblem of hope, ahhough some have regarded
it as symbohc of humility, of gratitude, of consolation, of in-
nocence, and lastly, but by no means least — of friendship in
adversity.

In the year's earliest days, while the leafless trees and the
otherwise flowerless ground are white with frost — when the
sharp winds are roaring over the wold, and when the whole
earth looks dead and drear — this fragile blossom, gently dis-
placing the incumbent snow, uprears its tiny fairy bells and
its tender little green leaves, looks smilingly into our admiring
faces, and seems to bid our chilled hearts take courage — to
remind us that "hope springs eternal in the human breast,"
and, as Mrs. Oakes Smith has so beautifully expressed in "The
Sinless Child,"

" And wheresoe'er the weary heart
Turns in its dim despair,
The meek-eyed blossom upward looks.
Inviting it to prayer."

The classic name for this flower is galantJms, signifying milk
flower ; it is the earliest blower of all our wild blossoms — in
mild seasons displaying its beauties even in January, but more
frequently waiting until the following month, for which reason
it is sometimes named " Fair Maid of February."

In allusion to its often uprearing its head amid the snow, as
if to rival its purity and whiteness, Mrs. Barbauld has :

"As Flora's breath, by some transforming power.
Had changed an icicle into a flower."

Mary Robinson, a now almost forgotten poetess, has left us
the following pretty verses on this little flower :

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" The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedewed with tears,
And flings around its fragrance mild ;
And, where no rival flow'rets bloom
Amidst the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears.

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" Where'er I find thee, gentle flower.

Thou still art sweet and dear to me I
For I have known the cheerless hour.
Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale,
Have felt the chilling wintry gale,

And wept and shrunk like thee."

Mrs. Robinson is correct in endowing the snowdrop with
" fragrance mild ; " Mrs. Barbauld styles it " the scentless
plant," and, although her evidence is corroborated by these
lines of Mrs. Charlotte Smith, the snowdrop has a faint per-
fume:

" Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow.
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.

" While still the cold north-easfungenial lowers.
And scarce the hazel in the leafless copse
Or shallows show their downy powdered flowers,
The grass is spangled with thy silver drops.

"Yet when those pallid blossoms shall give place
To countless tribes of richer hue and scent.
Summer's gay blooms, and Autumn's yellow race,
I shall thy pale inodorous bells lament."

These poetic specimens prove not only the favour this floral
" day star ". finds with the poets, but also, what may be more to
the present purpose, with the ladies. Women and flowers are
a natural and every-day association — "sweets to the sweet;"
and there does not appear anything so very' singular in the
fact that in the Malayan tongue the same word signifies women
and flowers.

The snowdrop is dedicated to the Virgin Mary, and tradition
asserts that it blooms on the second of February, or Candlemas
Day — ^the day kept in celebration as that on which the Holy
Virgin took the child Jesus to the Jewish Temple, and there
presented an offering.

Cowslip.

(YOUTHFUL BEAUTY.)

THIS elegant but fragile flower is one of those favourites
which our olden poets so delighted to honour. The
" pale cowslip fit for maidens' early bier," is the most appro-
priate emblem for youthful beauty ; and, under that typical
meaning, is frequently found associated in the songs of our
minstrels with all that is fair and frail.

Milton takes advantage of the gracefulness of its drooping
plume of blossoms, waving over their slender stem, to place
upon the tomb of Lycidas, amid such gentle flowers as sad
embroidery wear, " Cowslips wan that hang the pensive head."

Our great epicist, in his sylvan masque of " Comus," has
given an exquisite song to Sabrina, in which the airy tread of
that goddess " o'er the cowslip's velvet head " is most delicately
expressed :

" By the rushy, fringed bank,
Where grow the willow and the osier danl<.

My sliding chariot stays ;
Thick set with agate and the azure sheen
Of turkis bUie and emerald green,

That in the channel strays ;
Whilst from off the waters fleet,
Thus I set my printless feet,
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.
Gentle swain, at thy request
I am here. "

The cowslip belongs to the same genus as the primrose, and
is supposed to have received its name from its soft velvety
texture, resembling that of a lip ; but Yorkshire people call it
" cowstripling," which certainly points to another origin. In
some parts of Kent it is called " fairy cup," whilst in the mid-
land and northern portions of Britain this flower of many
names is known as " paigle."

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The blossoms exhale a quaint odour which some persons
deem very fragrant. The roots, which are collected in March,
and dried, have a strong scent of anise. It is said they impart
a flavour to wine. A sweet and pleasant liquor, considered by
some people to resemble Muscadel, is made from the flowers ;
it is slightly narcotic in its effects. Says Pope :

" For want of rest,
Lettuce and cowslip wine — -probatum est."

In former times, before it was considered pleasant to poison
oneself with decoctions of logwood, and even worse concomi-
tants, cowslip wine was much drunk ; and many a maiden
could say of this, as Christabel did of her wild-flower drink,

" It is a wine of virtuous powers ;
My mother made it of wild flowers.''

In some sweet, secluded, out-of-the-way country villages, a
glass of cowslip wine may still be had ; and many a little
cottage maiden still rambles the meadows collecting its pallid
blossoms to dispose of in the market for a trifle wherewith to
get " a fairing."

Country folks eat the pretty crinkly leaves as a salad ; and,
as a substitute for mulberry-leaves, they are much recom-
mended ; so that altogether the cowslip may be considered a
very useful, as well as ornamental, plant.

The colour of the flower is generally a bright yellow, dashed
with deep orange, sometimes approaching to crimson.

Jachimo describes Imogen as having

" On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
1' the bottom of a cowslip."

Elsewhere, Shakspeare, speaking of the Fairy Queen, says,

" The cowslips tall her pensioners be ;
In their gold coats spots we see ;
Those be rubies, fairy favours, —
In those freckles live their savours ;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear."

These flowers furnish an abundant supply of honey to the
bee, for,

i6o Cowslip.

" Rich in vegetable gold,
From calyx pale the freckled cowslip born,
Receives in amber cups the fragrant dews of mom."

Ben Jonson combines this flower with another well-known
wilding of Nature, and sings of

"Bright day's eyes, and the lips of cows."

Mrs. Sigourney, in her " Gossip with a Bouquet," thus
suggestively introduces the emblem oi youthful beauty.

" Good neighbour cowslip, I have seen the bee
Whispering to you, and have been told he stays
Quite long and late amid your golden cells.
Is it not business that he comes upon —
Matter of fact? He never wastes an hour.
Know you that he 's a subtle financier.
And shows some gain for every day he spends?
Oh ! learn from him the priceless worth of time,
Thou fair and frail ! So shalt thou prove the truth.
That he who makes companion of the wise
Shall in their wisdom share. "

The Virginian Cowslip, deemed symbolic of the rather
ostentatious expression, you are my divinity, is a very elegant
plant that flowers in April and May. From the centre of a
tuft of broad leaves, lying flat upon the mould, rises a single
graceful shaft, surmounted by twelve pretty purple or peach-
coloured inverted blossoms. Linnaeus christened it by the
name of " Dodecatheon, or Twelve Divinities."

This plant will endure our most severe winters, but cannot
sustain the heat, and two or three days' exposure to a hot
sun will, it is said, entirely destroy the offsets.

Those flowers styled " Cowslips of Jerusalem," although
they much resemble the veritable cowslip in form, belong to
an entirely different race. Their colours are very varied in
hue, not only in the same cluster, but even on the individual
blossoms their manifold shades of red and blue are continually
changing.

Drayton, in his " Pastorals," introduces this flower into very
honourable floral company :

"Maids, get the choicest flowers, a garland, and entwine,
Nor pinks nor pansies let there want — ^be sure of eglantine.

" White roses, damask, white and red, the dearest flower-de-lys,
Tlie cowslip of Jerusalem, and clove of Paradise."

Celandine.

(DECEPTIVE HOPES.)

THIS emblem of deceptive hopes derives its botanical name
from a Greek word signifying a swallow, because, say
.some, of its coming and going with that bird ; but our old
ilorigraphists give a different reason ; and according to Ge-
rarde, it was so called from an opinion which prevailed among
the country people, that the old swallows used it to restore
sight to their young when their eyes were out. This idea is
supported by Lyte, who, in his rare old " Herbal," speaking of
the larger celandine, gravely remarks : " Chelidonium, that is
lo say, swallow-herbe ; bycause, as Plinie writeth, it was the
first found out by swallowes, and hath healed the eyes and
restored sight to their young ones that have had harme in
their eyes or have been blinde." In Culpepper's " Herbal " we
also find this flower recommended for its virtues in restoring
the eyesight. Says that veracious student of nature : " This
is a herb of the sun, and under the celestial lion, and is one of
the best cures for the eyes ; for all that know anything in as-
trology know that the eyes are subject to the Arminaries. . . .
Make it into an oil or ointment, which you please, to anoint
your sore eyes with : I can prove it both by my own expe-
rience and the experience of those to whom I have taught it,
that desperate sore eyes have been cured by this only medi-
cine. ... It is called chelidonium, from the Greek word
chelidon, which signifies a swallow, because they say that if
you put out the eyes of young swallows when they are in the
nest, the old ones will recover them again with this herb.
This I am confident, for I have tried it, that if we mar the
very apples of their eyes with a needle, she will recover them
again ; but whether with this herb or not, I know not."

Notwithstanding the opinions of these time-honoured men,

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Celandine.

it is pretty well known now-a-days that the only benefit the
sight gets from these wild blossoms is in the pleasure derived
from gazing upon them.

The cheerful-looking little flower called the "lesser celan-
dine," deemed emblematical oi joys to come, belongs to another
floral family, quite distinct from the swallow-wort or major
celandine. It resembles the buttercup in colour, but is formed
like a star, with heart-shaped leaves. The blossoms appear
very early in spring, and at night and in wet weather fold up
their petals, which instinctive precaution probably preserves
them from the destructive elements. When the glossy golden
flowers fall off, they are succeeded by small tubers resembling
grains of wheat ; these tubers grow from the bosom of the
leaves, and, as the stalks lie upon the ground, grow into the
earth and become the roots of new plants. The stalks often
being washed bare by the heavy rains have induced the unin-
vestigating to report that it had rained wheat.

The glossy star-like blossoms and lustrous green leaves of
this little flower seem to have rendered it a great favourite with
Wordsworth, as he has repeatedly sung praises of its " bright
coronet : "

"Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises :
Long as there 's a sun that sets.
Primroses will have their glory ;

Long as there are violets.
They will have a place in story.
There 's a flower that shall be mine,
'T is the little celandine.

"Ere a leaf is on the bush,
In the time before tlie thrush

Has a thought about its nest.
Thou wilt come with half a call,
Spreading out thy glossy breast
Like a careless prodigal ;
Telling tales about the sun,
When we 've little warmth or none.

"Ill befall the yellow flowers.
Children of the flaring hours !
Buttercups that will be seen,
Whether we will see or no ;

Others, too, of lofty mien ;
They have done as worldlings do,
Taken praise that should be thine,
Little humble celandine !

"Prophet of delight and mirth,
Scorned and slighted upon earth ;

Herald of a mighty band,
Of a joyous train ensuing ;

Singing at my heart's command.
In the lanes my thoughts pursuing ;
I will sing, as doth behove.
Hymns in praise of what I lov». "

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Dead Leaves.

(MELANCHOLY.)

" Ah me ! a leaf with sighs can wring
My lips asunder."

E. B. Browning.

NEVER did the florigraphist select from nature a more
appropriate interpreter of man's innermost passions
than when he chose dead leaves as representative of melancholy.
Never did poet utter a more profound truth than he who said,

"When we are sad, to sadness we apply
Each plant, and flower, and leaf that meets the eye."

True sadness so intensifies — it might be said so exaggerates
— the meaning of everything beheld through its misty veil,
that we fancy all that is seen is connected with our own es-
pecial sorrow; gradually grow egotistical in our grief; and then
finally — ^so beautifully does the machinery of this existence
" work together for good " — by the very self-contemplation
which appeared calculated to perpetuate our melancholy, for-
get it, or rather perceive that it leaves behind nothing but
soothing memories. It does not require a poet to discover
" that there is a lesson in each leaf ;" the youth or maid whom
melancholy hath marked for its own will speedily read and com-
prehend the silent monitor. But how dififerent may be the
purport of a single leaf ! To one it may merely be a frail record
of the passing pleasure of a thoughtless jest, and to another it
may bear stern memories of irrecoverable happiness ! — may
indeed be able with sighs to wring our lips asunder !

But as Westby Gibson, the peasant bard of Sherwood, in
his fine poem of " Dead Leaves," says,

" Be this as it may, the flow'r and the leaf —
The types of all that is sweet and fair —
Are symbols alike of joy and grief;"

and as such we must accept them.

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i6d Dead Leaves.

There are few who have lived and loved who will accept
Coleridge's dictum, that " in nature there is nothing melan-
choly." It is impossible for those who have suffered — and
who has not ? — not to perceive evidences of sorrow, although
ever counterbalanced by the sunny side in all portions of this
mundane sphere. From the grief of man to the decay of the
tiniest leaflet, every object in nature wears at times a melan-
choly hue. It is impossible for the gayest of us not to feel
occasionally the shadow, — for us not to mourn for

"The rich gleaming wreathings, — oh, where are they now ?
The bloom is departed, the beauty is shed ;
All Scentless the flower, all sapless the bough, —
Oh ! the glad night is past, and the green leaves are dead."

Yet we should not nurse our melancholy ; but as the dead
leaves falling from their branches are but proofs of the general
and continual rejuvenescent workings of nature, so should we
strive to regard our losses and troubles only as proofs of the
grand truth that " all things work together for good." With
Jean Ingelow let us learn that

'"Tis sometimes natural to be glad,
And no man can be always sad
Unless he wills to have it so.''

A bright-minded young poetess, whose premature loss it
has already been our melancholy duty to allude to, some few
years ago contributed these hopeful and appropriate lines to
the pages of a contemporary :

"The withered leaves, trembling, love, "The world it looks dreary, love.

Fall to the ground ; And thick falls the rain ;

And strewn over all, love, My heart it is weary, love.

Lie dying around. My head throbs with pain.

Idled by the frost, love. My hopes thickly fall, love,

The flowers scattered lie ; Like the leaves from a tree ;

Their brightness is lost. And I cannot recall

And neglected they die. ' Their beauty to me.

"With thy heart I am blest, love.
So I '11 brave the chill rain ;
And patiently rest, love.

Till the sun shines again.
And I hope when the Spring, love,

Gives leaves to the tree.
Some flowers it will bring, love.
For you and for me. "

Ella Ingram.

Heart's-ease.

(THINK OF ME — THOUGHTS.)

" There are pansies : that 's for thoughts."

Shakspeare.

THE Heart s-ease, as its French name of pansy or pensee
intimates, is in the language of flowers symboUcal of
remembrance. It is a beautiful variety of the violet, far sur-
passing that flpwer in diversity and brilliance of colour, but
possessing little, if any, of the exquisite fragrance for which that
is so renowned. Although it certainly has so little in the way
of perfume to recommend it, its lovely diversification and con-
trasts of colour, combined with the glossy velvet sheen of its
petals, renders it a much-admired floral pet. It appertains to
a very extensive family, and is found in many portions of the
globe ; it grows wild in Japan, Languedoc, Italy, and in our
own country, where it is supposed to be indigenous. A very
pretty pale yellow variety may often be discovered nestling
amid the corn.

" There are pansies : that 's for thoughts."

says Shakspeare, and availing himself of the usual licence of
poets, the great bard describes the pansy as originally milk-
white, until it got struck by a shaft which that little unbreeched
rogue Cupid had aimed at Diana, so that it is now "purple
with love's wound."

Mrs. Siddons is said to have been much enamoured of this
blossom, and to have used it for edgings to all the borders of
her flower-beds. The purchases of these " bright mosaics "
were so frequent, that her servant who obtained them for her
was known to the surrounding nurserj'men by the soubriquet oi
" Heart's-ease."

An amusing story is related in connection with this flower.
In 1815, a cure of a small French town gave his pupils as a

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theme for their next exercise the viola tricolor, or heart's-ease,
and supplied them with the following passage out of Rapin's
Latin poem, " The Gardens," as a motto :

" Flosque yovis variiis, folii tricoloris, et ipsi
Far uioliX. "

This circumstance coming to the ears of the mayor, he, with
the usual sagacity of such officials, " smelt a rat," and, to make
all sure, had the innocent cure apprehended and brought be-
fore his worship for examination. Imagine the poor teacher's
astonishment when he found what a ludicrous translation of
the inoffensive quotation awaited him. The mayor had thus
ingeniously construed the words : Flos Jovis (Jove's flower)
was evidently intended for the flower of the exiled Napoleon ;
folii tricoloris denoted the national three-coloured cockade;
whilst ct ipsi par violce most decidedly alluded to le pkre de la
violette, as the ex-emperor was affectionately styled by his
partisans, who generally wore those blossoms in their button-
holes !

This floral pet, having received much attention from the
feminine world, has been very appropriately designated " the
ladies' flower," a name which is not the most fanciful that it
has acquired, for, to quote once more our great dramatist,
maidens call it " love in idleness."

" Three-pretty-faces-under-one-hood " is another of its pretty
titles.

A few years since the heart's-ease was a humble little flower
quite unknown to floral fame : in the year i8i2, however, Lady
Mary Bennett, then residing at Walton-on-Thames, entertained
a penchant for the flower, and had a small garden planted
entirely with it. Desirous of pleasing her, the gardener se-
lected the seed of the choicest varieties, and to his pleasur-
able astonishment, on germinating, the seedlings displayed the
most marvellous diversity of beauty and style. Milton's "pansy
freaked with jet," and even Shakspeare's purple "love in idle-
ness," were far outshone by these pampered children of Nature.
Their breeder proudly displayed his triumphs to fellow-florists,
and in a little while the heart's-ease ranked amongst the
flowers of fashion. Such are the effects of education !

Thiit quaint old impostor, Culpepper, says, " This is that

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herb which such physicians as are licensed to blaspheme by
authority, without danger of having their tongues burned
through with a hot iron, called an ' herb of the Trinity.' It is
also called by those that are more moderate," he adds. '"Three-
faces-in-a-hood ;' 'love-in-idleness;' ' call-me-to-you ; ' and in
Sussex we call them ' pancies.' "

Our old writers had many different methods of spelling this
flower's name, and Ben Jonson's mode comes nearer the
French sound than does the modern style of orthography.
He says,

" Now the shining meads
Do boast the paunse, lily, and the rose.
And every flower doth laugh as zephyr blows."

Dryden, translating one of Virgil's " Pastorals," introduces
the pansy amongst sweet plants in general, but apparently
only to depict its want of fragrance.

" Pansies to please the sight, and cassia sweet to smell,"

he sings ; but, though the smaller varieties are scentless, some
of the larger ones have a pleasant perfume — scarcely so power-
ful, however, even to the most sensitive nostrils, as Drayton
would have us believe :

" The pansy and the violet here, " And pointing to a pink to tell

As seeming to descend Which bears it, it is loth

Both from one root, a very pair, To judge it ; but replies, for smell.

For sweetness do contend. That it excels them both

" Wherevrith displeased they hang their heads,
So angry soon thy grow,
And from their odoriferous beds
Their sweets at it they throw. "

Milton introduces this little favourite into the wreaths
brought to Sabrina by the grateful shepherds :

"The shepherds at their festivals
Carol' her goodness loud in rustic lays,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream,
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils."

Heart's-ease is not so modern an appellation for this flower
as is generally supposed. Bunyan, in his " Pilgrim's Progress,"
represents the guide as saying to Christiana and her children,
of a boy who was singing beside his sheep, " Do you hear him ?
I will dare to say this boy leads a merrier life, and wears more

lOiS Hearts-ease.

of that herb called heart's-ease in his bosom, than he that is
clothed in silk or purple."

Probably no flower has ev'^er been endowed with so many-
loving names as has this one. In short, as Leigh Hunt — one
of its most intense admirers — observes, "The Persians them-
selves have not a greater number of fond appellations for the
rose, than the people of Europe for the heart's-ease. . . . The
modern Latin name for it is Flos Jovis, or Jove's flower — a
cognomen rather too worshipful for its little sparkling delicacy,
and more suitable to the greatness of an hydrangea, or to the
diadems of a rhododendron.

" 'Jove's own flower, that shares the violet's pride,
Its want of scent virith triple charms supplied.'

" The name given to it by the Italians is Jiaminola, the ' little
flame,' at least, this is an appellation with which I have met,
and it is quite in the taste of that ardent people. The French
call it a pens4e, ' a thought.' ' There are pansies,' says poor
Ophelia : ' that 's for thoughts.' Drayton, in his world of
luxuries, the ' Muses' Elysium, where he fairly stifles you with
sweets, has given, under this name of it, a very brilliant image
of its effect in a wreath of flowers. The nymph says,

" ' Amongst these roses in a row,

Next place I pinks in plenty,
These double daisies then for show ;

And will not this be dainty?
The pretty pansy then I '11 tye,

Like stones some chain enchasing;
The next to them, their near ally.

The purple violet placing.'

" Another of its names is ' love-in-idleness,' under which it
has been again celebrated by Shakspeare, to whom we must
always return for anything and everything : his fairies make
potent use of it in the ' Midsummer Night's Dream.'

" Besides these names, this tricoloured violet is also called,
in various country places, ' Jump-up-and-kiss-me-quick ; ' 'the
herb Trinity ; ' ' three-faces-under-a-hood ; ' ' kiss-me-behind-
the-garden-gate ; ' and ' cuddle-me-to-you,' which seems to
have been altered by some nice apprehension into the less
vivacious request of ' call-me-to-you.' "

Leigh Hunt continually finds occasion to laud his favourite.
Thus, in his " Feast of Poets," he entwines it with the vine

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and the bay, in order to form a suitable wreath for Tom Moore's
acceptance at the hands of Apollo. In his notes to the poem
he says, " For my part, to whom gaiety and companionship are
more than ordinarily welcome on many accounts, I cannot but
speak with gratitude of this little flower — one of many with
which fair and dear friends have adorned my prison-house,
and the one which outlasted all the rest."

This same enthusiastic poet, in his " Descent of Liberty,"
after depicting several floral beauties, finishes the picture with
the pansy :

" And as proud as all of them
Bound in one, the garden's j^em,
Heart's-ease, like a gallant bold,
In his cloth of purple and gold."

When, in his " History of the Months," after enumerating
various blossoms, he comes to his invariable pet, he is unable
to pass it by without bestowing some endearing name upon
it, and so calls it the "sparkler," — a name which it so truly
deserves, that it might well be added to those it now bears, in
which it already surpasses a Spanish grandee.

It is said somewhere that the heart's-ease is sacred to Saint
Valentine. It must be confessed to be a choice worthy of that
amiable and very popular saint ; for the flower, like love, is
painted in the most brilliant colours, is full of sweet names,
and grows alike in the humblest as well as the richest soils.
Another point of resemblance, too, may be added : that where
it has Once taken root, it so pertinaciously perpetuates itself,
that it is almost impossible to eradicate it.

The celebrated Quesnay, founder of the Economists, was
styled his thinker by Louis XV., whose physician he was. The
French monarch, in order to manifest the great regard he had
for this nobleman, devised for him a coat of arms bearing three
flowers of \kis, pens4e.

Miss Pratt, alluding to the symbolism of this flower, remarks
that whilst its familiar name of heart's-ease renders it a pleas-
ing emblem to us, to our Gallic brethren its name of " thought "
presents a sad one. " May they be far from thee," is a motto
aflnxed to the little painted group of pansies mingled with
marygolds, called soucis, cares, which is sometimes given as an
off'ering of friendship by a French lady.

Basil.

(HATRED.)

THIS plant derives its name from a Greek word signifying
royal. It is generally called " sweet basil ; " and why so
odoriferous a herb should have become the symbol of hatred
it is difficult to imagine. Some say because, at times, the
ancients represented Poverty by the figure of a female covered
with rags, and seated by a plant of basil.

These sweet-scented herbs are chiefly natives of the East
Indies, where their seeds are deemed efficacious against the
poison of serpents. In Persia, where it is called rayhan,

"The basil tuft that waves
Its fragrant blossom over graves,"

is generally found in churchyards.

We read, in Maillet's " Letters," that the Egyptian women
go, at least two days in the week, to pray and weep at the
sepulchres of the dead ; and the custom there is to throw upon
the tombs a sort of herb, which the Arabs call rikan, and which
is our sweet basil. By the Hindoos the basil is highly venera-
ted ; they call it " holy shrub," and have named after it a
sacred grove of their Parnassus, on the banks of the Yamuna.

In a beautiful poem by Shelley, this plant is alluded to as a
token flower :

"Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me

Sweet basil and mignonette ?
Embleming love and health, which never yet
In the same wreath might be.
Alas, and they are wet !
Js it vrith thy kisses or thy tears ?
For never rain or dew
Such fragrance drew
From plant or flower."

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It has been suggested as the reason for Boccaccio's selecting
the basil to shade the terrible relic which Isabella so lovingly
preserved, that it might have formerly been the custom in
Italy to use it in decorating tombs and graves ; but it is more
probable that the author of the " Decameron,'" obtained the
allusion to the herb where he got so many of his stories from
— the East.

Keats and Barry Cornwall have both contributed, by their
exquisite poetical rendering of the story, to make it familiar
to English readers.

The latter, unlike Boccaccio, does not make the unhappy
heroine preserve her lover's head, but his heart, which she has
enwrapped and embalmed. Keats more closely follows his
Italian authority, and makes Isabella bury the head under the
fragrant herb — telling how she

" Hung over her sweet basil evermore.
And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.

" And so she ever fed it virith thin tears.

Whence thick, and green, and beautiiiil it "pew.

So that it smelt more balmy than its peers
Of basil tufts in Florence ; for it drew

Nurture besides, and life, from human fears.

From the fast-mouldering head there shut from view ;

So that the jewel safely casketed

Came forth, and in perfumed leaflets spread."

Some people have tried to connect the name of this plant
with the fabulous basilisk, which was supposed to kill with a
single glance — ^whence arose the common saying, that "Hate
has the eye of a basilisk."

Culpepper, in his quaint old " Herlaal," declares that basil is
a cure for venomous bites and stings, besides effecting several
other wonderful things. " Hilarious," he states, " a French
physician, affirms upon his own knowledge, that an acquain-
tance of his, by common smelling to it, had a scorpion bred in
his brain!"

This veracious botanical, medical, and astrological authority
furthermore states that " something is the matter ; this herb
and rue will never grow together — no, nor near one another ;
and we know rue is as great an enemy to poison as any that
grows."

Forget ME-NOT.

"Hope's gentle gem, the sweet forget-me-not."

Coleridge.

"The sweet forget-me-nots that grow for happy lovers."

Tennyson.

A BEAUTIFUL little flower, whose name enfolds no
hieroglyphic secret, but whose beloved face of heavenly
blue is suggestive of its sorrowful meaning, is the Forget-me-
not. The German legend that accounts for the poetical appel-
lation by which this tiny floral pet is known, runs thus : " A
knight and his betrothed were walking on the banks of the
Danube, when the lady espied a bunch of the. Myosotris palus-
tris (as this blossom is termed by Linnaeus) floating away
down the stream ; and, expressing a wish to possess it, with
chivalrous promptitude the mail-clad gallant plunged into the
river and grasped the flower ; but, alas ! encumbered by the
weight of his armour, he was unable to remount the slippery
bank. Finding himself, despite all his exertions, sinking fast
beneath the waters, with a last effort he flung the blossoms
ashore to his agonized mistress, crying, ere he sank for ever,
' Forget me not ! ' "

With such a romantic tragedy attached to it, it is not to be
wondered at that this little flower should have been inundated
with poetical tributes. Gothe, in one of his melodious lyrics
— the spirit of which Lord Francis Gower has well caught and
translated into English-

-addresses the forget-me-not as

" Still the loveliest flower,
The fairest of the fair
Of all that deck my lady's bower,
Or bind her floating hair."

This flower recalls to mind another event connected with the
days of chivalry, otherwise than the melancholyone fromwhichit

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takes its suggestive title. When Lord Scales, brother to Eliza-
beth Woodville, wife of Edward IV., tilted against a French
knight of Burgundy, the ladies of the Court playfully presented
him with a collar of gold, brilliantly enamelled with these little
blossoms, as a fitting reward for an English knight's emprise
of arms either on horseback or on foot This historical in-
cident proves the admiration in which this simple wild flower
was held even in olden times.

The forget-me-not flourishes in great luxuriance on the
banks of a beautiful rivulet in the vicinity of Luxembourg ;
and one particular portion of this stream, facing the sunny
south, is known by the title of " The Fairies' Bath." Hither
in the summer come the young city maidens to hold their
merry meetings and dances upon tiie bloomy sward; and,
should any modern Actaeon presume to peep through the
leafy branches, he may behold them innocently diverting
themselves by wreathing garlands of, and crowning each other
with, the blue-petalled forget-me-nots that line the brooklet's
banks.

In many parts of France this little flower is carefully culti-
vated for transplantation to the city markets, where its ap-
pealing looks readily procure purchasers for it.

The following verses, entitled " Forget me not," appeared
some few years ago :

" Dear girl, I send this spray of flowers —

All withered now, once brightest blue —
To call to mind those happy hours,

Those happy hours I pass'd with you.
Forget me not ! though others win

The glorious right to call thee ' theirs ; '
Forget me not ! fliat might have been

The answer to my fervid prayers.

" For I have had thy hand in mine.

And once our ways in life seem'd blended ;
And once I thought our loves might twine,

But now, alas ! that dream is ended.
Forget me not ! for I am lonely.

And stranded on Life's desert shore ;
Forget me not ! — I ask that only —

For now our paths may meet no more.
"Could I but think you don't forget.

Though all my hopes of life should pensh,
I 'd pass them by without regret,

So that that thought I still might cherish.

174 Forge t-me-no t.

Forget me not ! 't is all I ask,

And though thy hand may be another's,
I '11 wear upon my face a mask

Of smiles to hide the grief it covers.

" Let, then, these wither'd flowers recall
Kach broken link of Mem'ry's chain ;
And from the Past's dim haimted hall

Those happy hours bring back again.
Forget rae not ! mine only love —

Ah ! would indeed that you were minel
Forget me not 1 my long-lost dove.

In dreams my heart will beat next thine ! "

John Ingram.

" It is said," remarks Miss Pratt, in her " Flowers and their
Associations," " that after the battle of Waterloo an immense
quantity of forget-me-nots sprang up upon different parts of
the soil, enriched by the blood of heroes. . . A poet might
say," adds the lady, " that the appearance of such a flower in
this memorable spot seemed to ask that we should not soon
forget those who perished on the field."

This little floral pet, which Coleridge aptly calls

" That blue and bright-eyed flo w'ret of the brook,
Hope's gentle gem, the sweet forget-me-not,"

is greatly beloved by the Germans, who are very fond of
growing it upon the graves of their deceased darlings. When
it is taken from its native brook, however, and planted in a
dry situation, its looks alter considerably, but withal it con-
tinues a pretty blossom.

Tennyson, in his poem of the " Miller's Daughter," when he
would " make a garland for the heart," asks Alice

" To sing that other song I made,
Half-anger'd with my happy lot,
The day when in the chestnut shade
I found the blue forget-me-not."

And Alice sings,

" Love that hath us in the net, " Love is hurt with jar and Iret,
Can he pass, and we forget? Love is made a vague regret.

Many suns arise and set. Eyes with idle tears are wet.

Many a chance the years beget, Idle habit links us yet.

Love the gift is love the debt. What is love ? for we forget !

Even so. Ah ! no, no ! "

Agnes Strickland relates that Henry of Lancaster during

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his exile adopted this blossom as his emblem, with the motto
Souveigne vous de moi.

The following lines appeared in the " New Monthly Maga-
zine " some years ago, and were addressed to a young lady,
who, on the author handing her into a carriage, held out at
the window a bouquet which he had presented to her, and
which was chiefly composed of forget-me-nots :

" I culled each flow'ret for my fair,

The wild thyme and the heather bell >
And romid them twined a tendril rare —

She said the posy pleased her well.
But of the flowers that deck the field,

Or grace the garden of the cot,
Tliough others richer perfumes yield.

The sweetest is forget-me-not.

' ■ We roamed the mead, we climbed the hill.

We rambled o'er the breckan brae ;
Tlie trees that crowned the mossy riU,

They screened us from the glare of day.
She said she loved the sylvan bower.

Was charmed with ev'ry rural spot ;
And when anived the parting hour.

Her last words were 'forget me not I '"

The subject more than the treatment of this simple lay has
secured it a place in this floral casket ; but a brighter and
more precious gem shall now be set herein. This pathetic
and original poem, entitled " Can you forget me V was contri-
buted to a contemporary annual by L. E. L. Although it
does not especially mention the emblem of which this chapter
treats, its appropriateness will assuredly be unquestioned

"Can you forget me ? I, who have cherish'd
The veriest trifle that was memory's link ;
The roses that you gave me, although perish'd,

Were precious in my sight ; they made me think
You took them in their scentless beauty stooping.

From the warm shelter of the garden wall :
Autumn, while into languid Winter drooping.
Gave its last blossoms, opening but to fall.

Can you foi^et them ?

" Can you forget me ? I am not relying

On plighted vows — alas ! I know their worth.
Man's faith to woman is a trifle, dying
Upon the very breath that gave it birth.

176 Forget-me-not.

But I remember hours of quiet gladness,

When if the heart had truth, it spoke it then,

When thoughts would sometimes take a tone of sadness,
And then unconsciously grow glad again.

Can you forget them ?

"There is no truth in love, whate'er its seeming,

And heaven itself could scarcely seem more true ;
Sadly have I awakened from the dreaming.

Whose charmed slumber, false one, was of you.
I gave mine inmost being to thy keeping,

I had no thought I did not seek to share ;
Feelings that hushed within my soul were sleeping,
Waked into voice to trust them to thy care.

Can you forget them 7

" Can you forget me? This is vainly tasking
The faithless heart where I, alas ! am not.
Too well I know the idleness of asking —

The misery — of why I am forgot !
The happy hours that I have pass'd while kneeling,

Half-slave; half-child, to gaze upon thy face —
But what to thee this passionate appealing ?
Let my heart break — it is a common case.

You liave forgotten me !"

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A PPLE-BLOSSOM.

(PREFERENCE.)

AN experienced florigraphist has styled the Apple-blossom
the emblem of preference, because, not only is it a very
lovely flower, but, as the predecessor of fine and useful fruit,
it may be preferred to the rose itself The apple singly is
deemed typical of temptation, undoubtedly from the curious
legend which connects it with the first transgression and fall
of man, a legend which figures alike in most of the ancient
mythologies of which any vestiges are extant. Many believe
the golden fruit of the Hesperides —

" The fruits of blooming gold,
Beyond the sounding ocean : the fair trees
Of golden fruitage,"

the obtaining of which was one of the twelve labours appointed
for Hercules — to have been nothing more than apples ; but
modern opinion inclines to the idea that oranges were the
dragon-guarded dainties. The Thebans worshipped Hercules
under the name of Melius, and offered apples at his altars.
This custom was said to have originated in the following
manner : The river Asopus having on one occasion overflowed
its banks to such an extent as to render it impossible to bring
across it a sheep which was to be sacrificed to Hercules, some
youths, recollecting that an apple bore the same name as a sheep
-^^nielon — offered an apple, with four little sticks stuck in it to
resemble legs, as a substitute for a sheep ; and after that period
the pagans always considered the apple as especially devoted
to Hercules. This tree was highly reverenced by the Druids,
not only on account of its fruit, but, and chiefly, for the reason
that they believed it and the oak were the only trees on which
the mistletoe grew. In consequence of its reputed sanctity,
therefore, the apple was largely cultivated by the earliest in-

178 Apple-blossom.

habitants of this island of whom any records exist ; and Glas-
tonbury, that town so frequently alluded to in floral history,
was known as the "apple-orchard," from the quantity of that—
fruit grown there previous to the Roman invasion.

Many ancient rites and ceremonies connected with this holy
tree are still practised in different portions of the country. In
certain parts of Devonshire, on Twelfth-night or Old Christ-
mas-eve, the farmer, accompanied by his men, takes a large
pitcher of cider into the orchard, and there, after reverently
saluting some of the largest trees, they proceed to the one
reputed to be the best bearer of fruit, and, encircling it, they
raise their voices like the bards of yore, and as they dance
round it, chant this toast three times :

" Here 's to thee, old apple-tree !
Hence thou may'st bud, and whence thou may'st blow !
And whence thou may'st bear apples enow !

Hats full ! caps full !

Bushel, bushel, sacks full,

And my pockets full too ! Hurra ! "

Many country folks believe that if they neglected this custom
— evidently a relic of paganism — the trees would bear no fruit
during the ensuing year.

In the Scandinavian mythology this tree played an impor-
tant part. In the " Edda," the goddess Iduna is related to have
had charge of the apples which had the power of conferring im-
mortality, and which, in consequence of their miraculous pro-
perty, were especially retained for the gods to eat when they
felt themselves growing old. The evil spirit, Loke, carried off
Iduna and the wonderful apple-tree, and hid them away in a
forest where the deities were unable to find them. The results
of this spiteful theft were that everything went wrong, both in
the realms mundane and divine. The gods grew old and infirm,
and, becoming enfeebled in mind and body, were no longer
able to regulate the affairs of the earth ; and mortals, no longer
having any one to look after them, fell into evil ways, and be-
came a prey to the evil spirit. Affairs grew worse daily, until
the gods, combining the remains of their strength, overcame
Loke, and compelled him to restore the stolen apple-tree.

Many curious customs connected with this fruit are fast
dying out, and ere long will be talked of as relics of the past.

Apple-blossom. 179

Roasted apples formed an important item in the delicious
compound which, under the title of wassail-bowl, was such a
famed beverage with our ancestors. The ludicrous practice of
"bobbing" for apples on Allhallow-e'en, on All Saints Day,
and at other specified times, is nearly obsolete. Formerly, the
first day of November was dedicated to the titular saint of
fruit and seeds, and was called La Mas Ubhal; or the " day of
the apple." This name being pronounced lamasool, got cor-
rupted, says Vallance, into Lamb's Wool, the name given in
some parts to a bowl of spiced ale containing roasted apples,
and which is drunk on the last night in October. An ancient
charm, practised by village maidens^ was, on a certain par-
ticularized night, to take a candle knd go alone into a room,
look into a looking-glass, and eat an apple in front of it, when
she would behold in the glass the reflection of her husband to
be, peeping over her shoulder.

It was once usual for apples to be blessed by priests on the
25th of July ; and in the manual of the church of Sarum is
preserved an especial form for this purpose.

The Romans highly valued this tree for its ornamental
effect, deeming, and with justice, that the earliness and beauty
of its blossoms, as also the brilliant hues of its fruit, rendered
it a desirable addition to the splendour of their gardens. The
author of the "Poetry of Gardening" pleads hard for their
re-admission into the flower-garden, remarking truthfully that
those who have seen the hanging orchards of Lanark, —
" Clydesdale's apple-boweis,"

in the end of the merry month of May, or the tamer beauties
of the cider counties of England, may well regret the edict of
modern taste, that banishes such beautiful nosegays from the
spring, because of their almost equal beauties in autumn. Surely
we might, with the best effect, recall from the slovenly orchard,
and the four unpoetical walls of the kitchen-garden some of
those fruit-trees which graced the gardens of antiquity.

L. E. L. did not overlook the beauty of the apple-blossom,
as these lines testify :

" Of all the months that fill the year.
Give April's month to me.
For earth and sky are then so filled
With sweet variety !

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« 8 O A PPLE-BLOSSOM.

" Tlie apple-blossoms' shower of pearl.
Though blent with rosier hue —
As beautiful as woman's blush,
As evanescent too.

" On every bough there is a bud,
In every bud a flower ;
But scarcely bud or flower will last
Beyond the present hour.

' ' Now comes a shower cloud o'er the sky.
Then all again sunshine ;
Then clouds again, but brightened with
The rainbow's coloured line.

" ,Vy, this, this is the month for me !
I could not love a scene
Where the blue sky was always blue.
The green earth always green. "

Acanthus.

(THE ARTS.)

" A woven acanthus ^vreath divine."

Tennyson.

THE Acanthus is a native of hot countries, and, being un-
able to endure the variableness of this climate, is only
permitted entrance into this floral bouquet on account of its.
classic and artistic associations.

This elegant representative of the arts was a great favourite
with the Greeks, who frequently made use of its graceful form
for architectural and other ornamental purposes : as is well
known, it makes the principal decoration of the Corinthian
column ; the idea of which is reported by tradition — that un-
wearied tattler — to have been suggested to Callimachus, a
famous architect, by the accidental sight of a basket overgrown
by acanthus with a tile on it.

The story tells us that a basket containing some treasured
relics, and covered with a tile, had been placed by mourning
friends upon a young girl's grave, as a kind of memento mori;
an acanthus plant grew up beneath the basket, and its leaves
spread all round, but, impeded by the tile, curled gracefully
back. The architect, passing by the tomb, was attracted by
the elegance of the untrained decoration, and, having some
columns to design for an ediiice in Corinth, imitated the form
of the basket for the pillars, and formed the capitals in the
manner of the curved acanthus. Thus, indeed, Vitruvius re-
cords the legend.

The discerning Greeks continually availed themselves of the
"woven acanthus wreath," to adorn their buildings, their fur-
niture, their ornaments, and even their clothes ; and in this
they were subsequently imitated by their Roman conquerors,
Theocritus, speaking of a pastoral prize cup, says,

i8z Acanthus.

" All about the cup a crust was raised
Of soft acanthus. "

Virgil very frequently alludes to this plant, and mentions it
as forming the pattern embroidered on a mantle belonging to
that immortal beauty, Helen of Troy ; elsewhere, the same
author styles it "the smiling acanthus," and says it is one of
those plants which the earth produces without culture. He
likewise tells us that the handles of Alcimedon's cup were
enwreathed with acanthus, and finally places it amongst the
herbs and flowers that grew in the garden of an acquaintance
of his, "An old Corycian swain . . . lord of few acres, and
those barren too," but which, by dint of hard labour, the
worthy ancient turned into a perfect terrestrial Paradise. Right
well has this plant been chosen as an emblem of the arts, for,
like Genius their creator, the more obstacles that are placed
in its way, the more vigorously does it grow, and the more
gracefully do its leaves curve, as if exalted and invigorated by
the opposition which it encounters.

Evening Primrose.

(SILENT LOVE.}

"Love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers."

Mrs. Hemans.

THE Evening Primrose, emblematic of silent love, does not
unclose her cup of paly gold until her lowly sisters are
rocked into a balmy slumber, and until

" The moon
Lifts up Night's curtains, and with visage mild
Smiles on the beauteous Earth, her sleeping child."

This pallid yellow blossom and her favourite midnight haunts
are thus interestingly described in a botanical paper of an old
number of the " Family Friend," and the description is too
pretty to be deemed inappropriate to our purpose : " She loves
to look the pale moon in the face, and often in the witching
hour of deep midnight, when stars keep their watch on high,
you may see the hospitable plant surrounded by such insects
as avoid the light of day — warmly-coated moths, and beetles
of various kinds, which resort to her for their nightly banquet.
Associated with much poetry and many legends, this favourite
flower grows luxuriantly, and attains to the height of several
feet in a wild part of the Vale of Clwyd, on the roadside
between Denbigh and Ruthin, as also in many sites of his-
toric interest in various parts of Britain . . . but nowhere so
abundantly as in the Vale of Clwyd, with its rushing stream,
and trees swaying in the wind, discovering, as the branches
wave and bend, the tower of old Ruthven in the clear cold
moonbeams. Those towers look well when seen from the lone
spot where grows the evening primrose : time has laid them

184 Evening Primrose.

waste, and the halls are roofless. . . . Here, then, in one of the
wildest parts of Denbighshire, the evening primrose unfolds
her large and fragrant flowers. Often, too, when the nights
are dark, and not the slightest breath of air is stirring, her
petals emit a mild phosphoric light, and look as illuminated
for a holiday. Every part is consequently rendered visible ;
and he who does not fear to be out in her wild and lonely
growing-place, may see a variety of nocturnal ephemera and
insects hovering around the lighted petals or sipping at the
vegetable fountains, while others rest among the branches, or
hurry up the stems as if fearing to be too late. The phos-
phorescent light thus kindled answers, without doubt, the pur-
pose of a lamp, to guide the steps or flight of innumerable
living creatures that love the night; and this is the more
essential, because flowers of all kinds are generally closed."

The evening primrose is dedicated by Roman Catholics to
St. Elizabeth, Queen of Portugal. It has not elicited so many
poetical addresses as its sister of the day, yet has not been
quite overlooked. Keats mused thus on

" A tuft of evening primroses,

0"er which the mind may hover till it dozes;
O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep,
But that 't is ever startled by the leap
Of buds into ripe flowers.''

In these lines the observant poet has alluded to a singular
floral phenomenon appertaining to this plant. The petals of
its flower open in a remarkable way. The upper extremities
of the calyx are furnished with little hooks, by means of which
the blossom is held together before expansion. The divisions
of the calyx, or cup, open gradually at the lower part, and
show the yellow flower, which continues for some time closed
at the upper part, by the hooks. The blossom suddenly ex-
pands about half-way, and then stops ; then gradually dilates,
until finally it completes its expansion with a violent explosion.
Half an hour is sometimes required to complete this singular
operation, which may be witnessed any summer evening, about
six o'clock being the general time of the flower's opening ; and
soil and weather permitting, its periodic movements vary very
slightly. It has a faint agreeable odour, which is alluded to
in these lines:

Evening Primrose. 185

" Let every pale night-scented flower,
Sad emblem of passion forlorn,
Resign its appropriate hour

To enhance the rich breath of the mom.

" All that art or that nature can find,
Not half so delightfiil would prove.
Nor their sweets altogether combined
Half so sweet as the breath of my love. "

The large-flowered evening primrose, typical of inconstancy^
is a native of Virginia. Notwithstanding its unstable character,
it is a great favourite with florists.

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Thyme.

(ACTIVITY.)
"The bees on the bells of thyme.'

Shelley.

"TD UN-PROVOKING Thyme;' as Shenstone wittily calls
JL this herb of classic fame, has been made the symbol of
activity, because its fragrant flowers are ever busy with " the
murmuring hum of innumerable bees." In his poem of " The
Bees," Rucellai even goes so far as to say that " Nature made
it on purpose for them to make honey of."

In the days of chivalry, when activity was deemed almost
as desirable a quality as courage, ladies were accustomed to
embroider their knightly lovers' scarves with the figure of a
bee hovering about a sprig of thyme, a gentle hint that those
who would enjoy the sweets of love should not neglect the
constant attentions which it demands.

The fragrance of thyme is proverbial, and a stroll in the
morning over

"Airy downs and gentle hills,
O'er grass with thyme bespread,"

causes the delicious odours to rise round one in clouds of per-
fume, and makes one no longer wonder that the Fairy King's
musical hounds should forsake the richest garden blooms, in
order to hunt for the golden dew in the flowery tufts of thyme.
Well may Armstrong direct those in search of health to spots
where

"Thyme, the loved of bees, perfumes the air.''

How invigorating to ramble across fields begemmed and
odoriferous with the crisp elastic tufts of this bonnie plant ! or.

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in the sunny summer-time, to recline upon some such scented
"bank whereon the wild thyme blows" as Shakspeare wist of!
When the Greeks wished especially to compliment an author
upon the Attic elegance of his style, they said it "smelt of
thyme," because the aromatic flavour of their honey, of which
they were so fond, was said to be produced by the bees that
had fed upon that herb, with which Mount Hymettus was
covered.

Wild thyme still grows in richest profusion over the hills
and glens of Greece.

When Shelley wished to portray the magical effects of Pan's
music upon surrounding nature, he could not have made the
god utter anything more expressive than that

" The bees on the bells of thyme
******
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,
Listening to my sweet pipings. "

Lord Bacon appears to have entertained a great fondness
for the fragrance of these delicious herbs, and, in his exquisite
" Essay on Gardening," bids us " set whole alleys of them, to
have the pleasure, when you walk or tread," of inhaling the
perfume which your foot crushes out of their bloom. And
again, he remarks, " I like also little heaps in the nature of
mole-hills (such as are in wild heaths) to be set with wild
thyme."

Lemon Thyme, although preferable for culinary purposes, is
not so odoriferous as the uncultivated kind.

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Cypress.

(MOURNING.)

" The cypress is the emblem of mourning."

Shakspeare.

IN every country and from the earliest ages the Cypress has
been ever deemed the emblem of mourning; and the
reason is not difficult to imagine. Where the gloomy foliage
of this doleful-looking tree meets the view, that sympathetic
bond which unites man with nature excites melancholy feel-
ings, and makes the beholder intuitively aware that the sombre
shadows trailing round these impenetrable branches are really
associated with the saddening thoughts he entertains.

No one can be surprised that our earliest ancestors selected
so doleful a looking tree to symbolize their grief, or even that
it is still used as a funereal sign. Ancient writers, ever ready
to seize upon and convert to their own purposes the peculi-
arities of nature, were not long in fashioning a pretty fable
to account for the dismal hue of the cypress. According to
Ovid, this tree was named after Cyparissus, an especial favourite
of Apollo. This feeling youth, having accidentally slain his
darling stag, was so sorrow-stricken that he besought the gods
to doom his life to everlasting gloom ; and they, in compliance
with his request, transformed him into a cypress-tree.

" When, lost in tears, the blood his veins forsakes.
His every limb a grassy hue partakes;
His flowing tresses, stiff and bushy grown,
Point to the stars, and taper to a cone.
Apollo thus: 'Ah! youth, beloved in vain,
Long shall thy boughs the gloom I feel retain :
Henceforth, when mourners grieve, their grief to share,
Kniblem of woe the cypress shall be there."

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And emblem of woe the tree has been ever since. Lucan tells
us of

"The cypress by the noble mourner worn."

Virgil invariably introduces it into the burial rites of his
heroes ; he describes " the sweet cypress " as " sign of deadly
bale." Tasso, who also designated this tree "the funereal
cypress," remarks that at Dudon's burial,

" Of cypress sad a pile his friends compose,
Under a hill o'ergrown with cedars tall ;
Beside the hearse a fruitftil palm-tree grows

(Ennobled since by this great funeral).
Where Dudon's corpse they softly laid in ground. "

Statins also alludes to its being thus used at burials ; and in
the Italian Arcadia, the shepherd bids his friend perform the
last pious offices for him, and " make me a tomb amongst
cypresses." Spenser, lamenting the loss of Sir Philip Sidney,
requests

" Instead of garlands, wear sad cypress now; "

and again, in his " Faerie Queen," amongst other gloomy
emblems, he says,

" There moumfiil cypress grew.''

Shakspeare several times alludes to its ominous character ;
and in the Second Part of " Henry VI.," the Earl of Suffolk,
when invoking curses upon his enemies, would have

" Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress-trees.''

Cowley, in his lines to the memory of Mrs. Hervey, refers
to its m3^ological origin as well as its inauspicious reputation.

In turning to modern poets, one finds no lack of references
to the melancholy omen of this tree. Sir Walter Scott leads
the sad procession with a doleful song :

" O lady, twine no wreath for me,
Or twine it of the cypress- tree."

Byron beautifully terms it that

" Dark tree ! still sad when other's grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o'er the dead."

Robert Montgomery deemed its associations too sombre
even for death :

190 CVPRESS.

" And oft the living, by aflfection kd,
Were wont to walk in spirit with their dead,
Where no dark cypress cast a doleful gloom,
Nor blighting yew shed poison o'er the tomb ;
But, white and red with intermingling flowers.
Green myrtle fenced it, and beyond their bound
Ran the clear rill with ever-murmuring sound."

Shelley does not overlook the melancholy customs connected
with the cypress, and makes us dread the fate of that unwept,
lovely youth whom no mourning maidens decked

" With weeping flowers, or votive cypress wreath.
The lone couch, of his everlasting sleep."

Last, but not least of the tuneful quire who hang their votive
wreaths upon the dark urn of the buried Past, is Eliza Cook,
and in her thoroughly symbolic poem of " The Wreaths," she
enters thus poetically into the typical spirit of this funereal
plant :

"Who wears the cypress, dark and drear?
The one who is shedding the mourner's tear :
The gloomy branch for ever twines
Round foreheads graved with Sorrow's lines.
'T is the type of a sad and lonely heart.
That hath seen its deai'est hopes depart.
Oh ! who can like the chaplet band
That is wove by Melancholy's hand?"

By the Greeks and Romans the cypress was consecrated to
the Fates, the Furies, to Pluto and Proserpine, and was planted
by them around graves.

The tree still retains its melancholy interest, and as a ceme-
tery decoration is yet used in all countries pretending to civiliza-
tion. In Mahommedan " Cities of the Deatl," as they poetically
style their places of burial, the cypress is ever prominent, and
is frequently planted not only at the head and foot, but often
upon the grave itself Large groves of these trees are care-
fully cultivated, in order to supply mourners with them when
required. Even in Japan the cypress expresses a similar
sombre idea as with Europeans, and the native churches there
are said to be generally surrounded by alleys of cypresses.

When death was in the dwelling, the ancients were accus-
tomed to place cypress either before the house or in the
vestibule, so that no person about to perform any sacred rites

CypREis. 191

might enter a place polluted with a dead body. It has beea
stated that the cypress was selected for these melancholy
occasions, because this tree, being once cut down, never springs
up again ; but, as Evelyn very justly observes, this view would
render it an improper emblem for a Christian country. " The
use of evergreens," he remarks, " is yet not uncommon amongst
us ; but they are supposed to be significant of immortality, at
the same time that their balsamic scent guards the attendants
against the infection to be apprehended."

It has been noticed by a distinguished floral writer, that
those various plants used upon these sad occasions are almost
invariably fragrant and powerful, although not always sweet-
scented, as for instance, yew, rosemary, basil, and others.

The fragrance of the cypress is an old theme with the poets
— those illustrators of all natural secrets. Homer alludes to
this pleasant odour, when in the fifth book of his " Odyssey"
he describes the cave of Calypso ; and Theocritus talks of
" odorous cypresses." Virgil, and other later poets, repeatedly
call it " the sweet cypress." The balsamic scent of its timber
formerly caused it to be held in great repute, and chips of it
were, as Evelyn remarks, frequently used to flavour wine with.
Miller says, " This tree is recommended by many learned
authors for the improvement of the air, and as a specific for
the lungs, as sending forth quantities of aromatic scents ;
wherefore many of the ancient physicians of the Eastern
countries used to send their patients who were troubled
with weak lungs to the island of Candia, which at that time
abounded with these trees."

This island is yet famous for its cypresses, and there, as
also in Malta, they are much used for buildings — a purpose
for which their marvellous durability eminently fits them.
The bridge built by Semiramis over the Euphrates was of this
wood ; and so satisfied was Plato with its hardness and im-
perishableness, that he had the laws engraved upon tablets ot
cypress in preference to brass itself Pliny relates that the
statue of Jupiter in the Capitol, made of this wood in the
year of Rome 661, was sound in his time ; whilst, in proof of
the immense age which the tree attains, he says that some
then in Rome were more ancient than the city itself Several
fine lofty cypresses are said to be still growing in the gardens

192 Cypress.

of a palace in Grenada, that were large trees in the reign of
Ardeli, the last Moorish monarch in Spain. These famous
trees are known as Los Cypresses de la Reina Sultana, or the
Queen's Cypresses, because under their shade the slandered
princess was accused of having entertained her lover, Aben-
cerrage.

Evelyn goes into a long description of the manifold purposes
to which the seeming imperishable wood of this tree has been
put. " It was used for harps and divers other musical instru-
ments," he remarks, " it being a sonorous wood, and therefore
employed for organ-pipes; resisting the worm, moth, and all
putrefaction to eternity. What the uses of this timber are,"
he adds, " the Venetians sufficiently understood, who did every
twentieth year, and oftener (the Romans every thirteenth),
make a considerable revenue of it out of Candy ; and certainly
a very gainful commodity it was, when the fell of a plantation
of cypresses was reputed a good portion for a daughter, and
the plantation itself called Das filice. But there was in Candy
a vast wood of these trees belonging to the Republic, by malice
or accident, or perhaps by solar heat, set on fire, which —
beginning anno 1400 — continued burning for seven years before
it could be extinguished, being fed for so long a space by the
unctuous nature of the timber. .... Formerly the valves of
St. Peter's Church were formed of this material, which lasted
from the great Constantine to Pope Eugenius IV.'s time —
eleven hundred years — and then were found as fresh and entire
as if they had been new. But this Pope would needs change
them for gates of brass, which were cast by the famous Antonio
Philarete: not, in my opinion, so venerable as those of cypress."

Thucydides states that the Athenians buried their heroes
in coffins of this wood ; whilst the apparently indestructible
chests in which the Egyptians placed their mummies are of the
same material, and they have doubtless lain in their resting-
places for thousands of years. Vitruvius and Martial have
celebrated the durability and beauty of this timber : the wild
cypress especially was admired for this latter quality ; its roots
were deemed incomparable for their crisped undulations. It
was in great request amongst the Romans for beds and tables
and, as such, Lucan is supposed to have alluded to it in his
■" Pharsalia."

Cypress. 193

It has been observed that no other tree blends so well with
stone buildings. Byron tells of

"The cypress saddening by the sacred mosques;"

and Dallaway describes the Seraglio at Constantinople, as
encircled with embattled walls, with its domes and kiosques
clustered in splendid confusion, and intermixed with gigantic
cypresses, rising in the sea from an elevation which Nature
seems to have intended for the seat of dominion over the whole
world.

Homer and Virgil frequently refer to the wood of this tree
being used for building purposes ; and they, and many other
ancient and modern poets, allude to its pyramidal form, but
none more beautifully than Shelley :

"Thence to a lonely dwelling, where the shore
Is shadowed with steep roclcs, and cypresses
Cleave with their darli green cones the silent skies,
And with their shadows the clear depths below."

Kirchmann says that its use amongst the ancients was a
sign that the house was funesta, or afflicted with death, for
the reason that slips from it will not grow ; whilst Horace
observes that of all the trees you plant, none will follow its
brief master but the hated cypress. Evelyn desires his readers
not to " despair of the resurrection of a cypress subverted by
the wind, for some have redressed themselves ; and one (as
Tiphilinus mentions) rose the next day, which happening
about the reign of the Emperor Vespasian, was esteemed a
happy omen 1 "

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St. John's Wort.

(SUPERSTITION.)

" I must gather the mystic St. John's wort to-night.
The wonderful herb whose leaf will decide
If the coming year shall make me a bride."

From the German.

THIS bright yellow blossom, with its glittering golden
stamens, is very well known by its generic name of hype-
ricum, but as the floral symbol of superstition, its old English
appellation of St. Johns wort seems most appropriate. In the
earliest records of the wonderful properties assigned to this
world-renowned emblem, it is styled fuga d<2monum, or devil's
flight, because the virtue was ascribed to it of frightening away
"auld Hornie," and all his mischievous crew, of defending
folks from spectres, and of generally putting all evil-disposed
apparitions to the rout. " For the same reason," says one
florigraphical authority, " it was also called sol terristris, or the
' terrestrial sun,' because the spirits of darkness were believed
to vanish at the approach of that luminary." To the peasantry
of France, and of the less educated countries of Germany, this
flower is still endowed with marvellous qualitieaj and on the
nativity of St. John the Baptist — that is to say, oh the 24th of
June — it is customary for the villagers to gather and hang over
the cottage doors and windows some of these blossoms, in the
belief that its sanctity will deter malevolent spirits from en-
tering the abode, and will also propitiate their patron saint in
favour of the inmates.

In Scotland this plant is still carried about as a charm
against witchcraft and enchantment ; and in some out-of-the-
way parts the people fancy that it cures ropy milk, which,
they suppose, is under some malignant influence. Sir Walter
Scutt's ballad, " The Eve of Saint John," is a good illustration

St. JoHirs Wort. 195

of the strong superstitious feeling with which this noted day-
was formerly regarded.

Miss Pratt, in one of her charming botanical works, alluding
to the customs yet practised upon St. John's Day, remarks
that " in Lorraine no persuasions will induce the peasant to
cut down his grass until the arrival of this day, however the
sun may have prepared it for the scythe ; while it matters not
that the season be retarded, no event is allowed to delay the
Commencement of haying at this period."

It is generally believed in the Levant that on the anniver-
sary of this sacred day the plague will disappear from the
country, and more than one sad disappointment has not served
to eradicate the persuasion from the Greek mind.

In many continental places rural festivities and customs,
similar to those practised on Allhallow's-eve by the Scotch,
are celebrated on this day. So wide-spread and deep-rooted
a superstition as is this undoubtedly points to a very ancient
but common origin — one, indeed, far older than that supposed
by Miss Pratt, who deems these practices were founded on a
strange misapprehension of the Scriptural words which likened
St. John to a burning and shining light. That lady, in support
of her theory, instances the blazing bonfires which — ^like those
of ,Baal — were formerly built upon the vigil of the saint, and
round which danced youths and maidens, wreathed with ver-
vain and St. John's wort — as even were the Druidic worshippers
of times long anterior — bunches of which symbolic flowers
they flung into the flames, at the same time that they fer-
vently invoked St. John, and besought Heaven to render the
coming year more bountiful with good gifts, and more sparing
of sorrows, than the one departing had been. " In London,"
Miss Pratt remarks, " in addition to the bonfires, the festival
was signified by every man's door being shaded with green
birch, long fennel, St. John's wort, orpine, white lilies, and other
typical plants, and ornamented with garlands of beautiful
flowers."

Another remarkable quality ascribed to this plant by our
ancestors was the power it possessed of curing all sorts of
wounds, and in this belief, doubtless, originated its name of
tutsan, an evident corruption of its French cognomen, la toute
same, or all-heal. The common perforated St. John's wort was

196 St. John's Wort.

also formerly called "the balm of the warrior's wound," and
"the herb of war," in allusion not merely to its presumed
healing powers, but also to the little dots on the leaves, which
look like small holes. As the poet sings,

" Hypericum was there, the herb of war,
Pierced through with wounds, and marlced with many a scar."

The utility of this plant in the cure of wounds was not alto-
gether imaginary, and although more powerful agents have now
taken its place, it is still used in some medicines on account of
its balsamic qualities, and its flowers still supply a fine purple
dye with which oils and spirits are coloured.

The authoress of " Flora Domestica " says that, as the
flowers rubbed between the fingers yield a red juice, the plant
has also been styled amongst fanciful medical writers sanguis
hominis, or human blood. Some species of the hypericum are
noted for their remarkable fulness of blossom, and as such
they have obtained the notice of Cowper :

" Hypericum, all bloom, so thick a swarm
Of flowers, like flies, clothing its slender rods,
That scarce a leaf appears."

After this profusion of blossom has died away, the plant
bears a number of reddish-tinted berries, with an odour which
has been aptly compared to that of rosin.

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Marvel of Peru.

(TIMIDITY.)

" As sacred as the light
She fears to perfume, perfuming the night."

Edgar A. Poe.

THE helle of the night, as the gallant French have prettily
named this sweet emblem of bashful love, was christened
the Marvel of Peru, because of the wonderful diversity of
colours in the flowers ; although Rousseau, in his " Letters on
Botany," avers that it obtained this attractive title from the
fact that when it was first brought over from the New World,
as people were then fond of designating America, everything
was represented as marvellous. " Strange stories," he remarks,
" were related of the plants and animals they met with ; and
those which were sent to Europe had pompous names given
to them. One of these is the marvel of Peru, the only wonder
of which," he remarks, " is the variety of colours in the flower."
Despite the sneers of J. J., this night beauty has other claims
upon our admiration besides the astonishing variation of its
colours — a variation, however, that of itself is anything but
contemptible ; for frequently from the same roots may be seen
blossoms

" Changing from the splendid rose,
To the pale violet's dejected hue."

But what renders this bashful little floral gem a favourite
flower, especially in England, is the fact that it is one of those
"plants which wake when others sleep," of which only a very
few retain their nocturnal watchfulness in these colder climes,
whatever may be their habits in their native tropics. Rare,
indeed, amongst us, are those plants of which the poet sings :

198 Marvel of Peru-

" Thy flower, her vigil lone hath kept

Witli Love's untiring care ;
lliough round her pinks and violets slept,
She wakefully hath watch'd, and virept

Unto the dewy air."

This true marvel is really one of those flowers which, alone
and unobserved, in maidenly shame, seem to wait for the veil
of night ere they give way to their feelings and exhale them
in sweet aromas. They are, indeed, those timid blooms of
night which weep for joy when

" Soft incense, such
As steals from herbs 'midst pleasant fields in June,
Freights the night air."

The ordinary marvel of Peru bedecks itself with a profusion
of gay blossoms, which it continually replenishes, in mild
seasons retaining its beauty from the beginning of J uly to the
end of October. In warm weather the flowers do not unclose
till the evening ; but when the days are cooler, and the suii
obscured, the timid little blooms keep open the whole day.

The Forked Marvel is a native of Mexico, and its blossoms,
which are smaller than those of the other varieties, do not vary
in their colour, which is a purple red. It is known in America
as the " four-o'clock flower," because of the flower's opening at
that time of the day.

The sweet-scented varieties of these flowers have white
blossoms, and they, as do the other kinds, remain closed during
the day, and keep

" Their odour to themselves all day.
But when the sunlight dies away.
Let the delicious secret out
To every breeze that roams about.''

The odour of these flowers, however, is not admired by
every one, since it is of musk, to which many have a decided
antipathy.

Mrs. Hemans has left us debtors for the following exquisite
discourse with " Night-scented Flowers : "

" Call back your odours, lonely flowers,
From the night-wind call them back ;
And fold your leaves till the laughing hours
Come forth in the sunbeam's track.

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" The lark lies couched in her grassy nest,
And the honey-bee is gone,
And all bright things are away to rest ;
Why watch ye here alone?

" Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom
When the stars give quiet light.
And let us offer our faint perfume
On the silent shiineuof night.

" Call it not wasted, the scent we lend
To the breeze when no step is nigh :
Oh ! thus for ever the earth should send
Her grateful breath on high !

"And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers,
Of hopes unto sorrow given,
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours,
Looking alone to heaven."

Phillips has observed that however timid these flowers may
appear in the sunshine, at eventide they endure the strongest
artificial light as unrepiningly as other belles who "shine at the
same hour with this emblem of timidity."

Had he been acquainted with its symbolism, what comfort-
ing aid could not this little garden blossom have afforded the
bashful lover of whom Gerald Massey sweetly sings :

" Yet she weeteth not I love her ;
Never dare I tell the sweet
Tale but to the stars above her,
And the flowers that kiss her feet."

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RO SEM ARY.

(REMEMBRANCE.)

" There 's rosemary for you : that's for remembrance."

Shakspeare.

NUMBERLESS quotations from our older poets might
be given to prove that our forefathers invariably adopted
Rosemary as the symbol of remembrajice ; and as it was once
believed to possess the power of improving the memory, and
was frequently employed as a means of invigorating the mental
faculties, it is presumed, and with some show of probability, that
it thus became the emblem of that quality with which it was
so frequently associated. Perdita, in the "Winter's Tale,"
says :

" For you there 's rosemary and rue ; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long :
Grace and remembrance be with you both ! "

And then, in ITamlet, as if determined to prove his acquaint-
ance with floral symbolism, Shakspeare makes Ophelia say :

"There 's rosemary for you : that 's for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember."

Michael Drayton, in his "Pastorals," also alludes to this
emblem in similar terms :

" He from his lass him lavender hath sent.
Showing her love, and doth requital crave ;
Him rosemary his sweetheart, whose intent
Is that he her should in remembrance have."

Highly esteemed as this plant was because of its being consi-
dered " a comforter of the brain," and a strengthener of mental
faculties — and for the^e reasons deemed typical of that fidelity
and devotion to the gentler sex which is presumed to have
been a prominent characteristic of the days of chivalry — rose-

Rosemary.

mary was also still more prized as a decoration at bridals and
other domestic occasions. It was worn at weddings, remarks
Miss Kent, to signify the fidelity of the lovers.

"Will I be wed this morning,
Thou shall not be there, nor once be graced with
A piece of roseniaiy,"

remarks one of the characters in "Ram Alley;" and in the
" Noble Spanish Soldier " we read :

" I meet few but are stuck with rosemary: every
One asked me who was to be married."

It is not only from the pages of poets and literary men
generally, however, that these allusions may be culled. Ro-
bert Racket, a whilom celebrated doctor of divinity, in a
sermon, which was published in 1607, under the title of "A
Marriage Present," thus expatiates upon the powers of rose-
mary : " It overtoppeth," he says, " all the flowers in the garden
boasting man's rule. It helpeth the brain, strengtheneth the
memorie, and is very medicinable for the head. Another
pro.perty of the rosemary is, it affects the heart. Let this
rosmarinus, this flower of men, ensign of your wisdom, love,
and loyaltie, be carried, not only in your hands, but in your
hearts and heads."

Rosmarinus, as this plant is botanically styled, signifies the
" dew of the sea," and is so called because of its fondness for
the sea-beat shores, whence its perfume often greets the mariner
as he sails by. Formerly the plant was styled Rosmarifuim
coronariuin ; "that is to say," observes Lyte, "rosemarie where-
of they make crowns and garlands." Frequently, entwined
with laurel and myrtle, rosemary was formed into chaplets,
with which the principal personages at feasts were crowned.
In his "Garden of Flowers," Parkinson, after recounting the
numerous symbolic and other uses to which bay-leaves are put,
remarks that "Rosemary is almost of as great use as bayes,
as well for civil as physical purposes ; for civil uses, as all doe
know, at weddings, funerals, &c., to bestow among friends."

Respecting its employment at funerals, Mr. Martyn observes
that in some parts of England, in his time, it was still cus-
tomary to distribute it among the company, who frequently
threw sprigs of it into the grave. Slips of it were also some-

Rosemary.

times placed within the coffin ; and in some secluded villages
these innocent customs are still practised. This plant is like-
wise often planted near or upon graves, to which practice
Kirke White thus mournfully refers :

" Come, funeral flower ! who lovest to dwell
With the pale corse in lonely tomb,
And throw across the desert gloom

A sweet decaying smell ;
Come, press my lips, and lie with me
Beneath the lowly alder-tree,

And we will sleep a pleasant sleep.
And not a care shall dare intrude.
To break the marble solitude,

So peaceful and so deep."

Moore parallels not only this funereal imagery, but also alludes
to its perfuming the desert gloom :

" The humble rosemary.
Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed
To scent the desert and the dead."

In the days of yore, rosemary was in great request at Christ-
mas-tide for decorative purposes : the roast beef was crested
with bays and rosemary; the flaming tankards were flavoured
with sprigs of it, and the liquor stirred with it, in order, as our
ancestors fancied, to improve its flavour. One of the mummers
attendant upon Father Christmas, who personated New Year's
Gift, was represented by a man wearing a blue coat, and hold-
ing in his hand a sprig of rosemary. The silvery leaves of
this plant mingled well with the glossy holly and yellow-green
mistletoe, in decking rooms and churches. Herrick alludes to
all these evergreens in the following lines, as also to the custom
of replacing them, after a certain time, by others typical of
festivals occurring later in the year :

" Down with the rosemary, and so
Down with the bales and mistletoe ;
Down with the holly, ivy, all
Wherewith ye deck the Christmas hall ;
No one least branch leave there behind.
For look how many leaves there be
Neglected there — maids, 'tend to me —
So many goblins ye shall see."

The common rosemary is supposed to have been introduced
into England by the monks, in the gardens of whose monas-

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teries it occupied, on account of its presumed curative powers,
a respected position, and received constant care. It was con-
sidered very ornamental, and its silvery foliage was a favourite
decoration of the garden walls. In Queen Elizabeth's time
it grew all over the walls of the gardens at Hampton Court
Palace ; but now is banished from the flower to the kitctien-
garden, and there, indeed, lingers half-neglected. Shenstone
thus expresses his indignation at the disrespect paid to rose-
mary in modern times :

" And here, trim rosemarine, that whilom crowii'd
The daintiest garden of the proudest peer,
Ere, driven from its envied site, it found
A sacred shelter for its branches here.
Where, edged with gold, its glittering skirts appear.
Oh, wassail days ! Oh, customs meet and well !

Ere this was banished from its lofty sphere :
Simplicity then sought this humble cell.
Nor ever would she more with thane and lordling dwell. "

It is a common saying now-a-days, that " in those gardens
where the rosemary flourishes the lady rules the roast," or, in
other words, " the grey mare is the better horse of the twain."

This plant is often cultivated in cottage-gardens for the
bees to resort to, the honey which they extract from it being
considered very excellent. The far-famed honey of Narbonne
is said to derive its superiority from the abundance of rose-
mary-bushes in the neighbourhood. The Narbonne almost
equals in fame that of Mount Ida, of which Jupiter was so fond.

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Corn.

(ABUNDANCE.)

" How good the God of harvest is to you,

Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields."

Thomson.

CORN, which is the generic name applied to all kinds of
grain suitable for food, is found in nearly every portion
of the globe, and yet botanists assure us that it is nowhere to
be found in its primitive state, or that any of the various plants
which, under the term of cerealia, are comprehended in this
precious family, will flourish without culture.

Corn, more particularly wheat, is the most valuable of all
natural productions ; and the country whose soil bears plen-
teous crops of this in-every-way appropriate symbol of abun-
dance, can afford to disregard the pretensions of all rival nations
which found their claims to wealth merely upon the strength
of their mineral riches.

Ceres was the Goddess of Corn, as indeed her name signifies.
*She was usually represented as a beautiful woman, crowned
with ears of corn, a wheatsheaf at her side, and the Cornucopia,
or horn of plenty, in her hand. In commemoration of the
sbJuction of her daughter Proserpine by Pluto, a festival was
annually held about the beginning of harvest, and another
celebration in remembrance of the search for her at the time
of sowing the corn. During the search of Ceres for her
daughter, the earth was left quite uncultivated; but on her
return she gave instructions to her favourite, Triptolemus, how
to cultivate the ground and superintend corn and harvests.
Ovid thus describes the affair in his " Metamorphoses :"

" She halts at Athens, dropping like a star,
And to Triptolemus resigns her car.
Parent of seed, she gave him fruitful grain,
And bade him teach to till and plough the main ;
The seed to sow, as well in fallow fields,
As where tlie soil manured a richer harvest yields."

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The matchless wealth of ancient Egypt is supposed to have
arisen from its corn. It may be learnt, from the interesting
history of Joseph, as well as from the narrative of the ten
plagues, how famous Egypt was in those days for its wheat.
Some, indeed, believe that country to have been the parent of
this species of grain, and certainly the earliest historic allusions
to it are in connection with that land, whence, it is conjectured,
it spread along the shores of the Mediterranean. Under the
wise administration of Joseph, Egypt was able to supply neigh-
bouring nations, in a time of wide-spread famine, with the re-
quisite corn, and in later ages served as a vast granary for the
Roman and Eastern empires. The belief that their subjects
would not be able to subsist without Egyptian grain is said
to have induced the Roman emperors to protect the Nile's
fruitful home. This same river, however, which enabled Egypt
to feed Rome and Constantinople, the then two most populous
cities in the world, sometimes reduced its own inhabitants to
the direst extremities ; and, as it has been remarked, it is
astonishing that the wise foresight which, in fruitful years,
had made provision for seasons of sterility, should not have
taught the wise politicians to adopt similar precautions against
the contingency of the failure of the Nile. Pliny, in his eulogy
on the Emperor Trajan, paints in glowing but undoubtedly
exaggerated colours, not merely the extremity to which Egypt
was reduced by a famine in the reign of that prince, but also
the magnificent help which he rendered it. " The Egyptians,"
says this Latin author, " who gloried that they needed neither
sun nor rain to produce their corn, and who believed they might
confidently contest the prize of plenty with the most fruitful
countries of the world, were condemned to an unexpected
drought and a fatal sterility, from the greater part of their
territories being deserted and left unwatered by the Nile,
whose inundation is the source and standard of their abun-
dance. They then implored that assistance from their prince
which they had been accustomed only to expect from their
river. The delay of their relief was no longer than that which
employed a courier to bring the melancholy news to Rome ;
and one would have imagined that this misfortune had befallen
them only to display with greater lustre the generosity and
goodness of Caesar. It was an ancient and general opinion

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that our city could not subsist without provisions drawn from
Egypt. This vain and proud nation boasted that, though con-
quered, they nevertheless fed their conquerors ; that, by means
of their river, either abundance or scarcity were entirely at
their own disposal. But we have now returned the Nile his
own harvests, and given him back the provisions he sent us.
Let the Egyptians be, then, convinced by their own expe-
rience, that they are not necessary to us, and are only our
vassals. Let them know that their ships do not so much
bring us the provision we stand in need of, as the tribute which
they owe us. And let them never forget that we can do with-
out them, but that they can never do without us. This most
fruitful province had been ruined, had it not worn the Roman
chains. The Egyptians, in their sovereign, found a deliverer
and a father. Astonished' at the sight of their granaries filled
without any labour of their own, they were at a loss to know
to whom they owed this foreign and gratuitous plenty. The
famine of a people, though at such a distance from us, though
so speedily stopped, served only to let them feel the advan-
tage of living under our empire. The Nile may, in other times,
have diffused more plenty in Egypt, but never more glory
upon us."

Despite this splendid harangue in favour of foreign despot-
ism, for it was neither more nor less than that, Egypt had
every reason to be proud of her productiveness in respect to
corn ; and that both Rome and Constantinople well knew.
It was the accusation brought against St. Athanasius, of his
having threatened to impede in future the importation of
corn into the latter city from Alexandria, which so greatly
incensed the Emperor Constantine against him, that sovereign
being well aware how much his capital had to rely upon the
grain exported thither from Egypt.

It has been said that an entire straw symbolized union, and
the breaking of a straw rupture. The antiquity of this latter
emblem is traced back to a very early period, and from an
event recorded by ancient French chroniclers as occurring in
922, in the reign of Charles the Simple, was evidently a cus-
tomary and well-comprehended mode of procedure at that
time. That monarch, defied by his most powerful vassals,
and threatened by foreign foesi summoned a meeting of his

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barons at the Champ de Mai, at Soissons. When there, his
unruly chieftains, only rendered more audacious by his con-
cessions and promises, boldly upbraided him for his incapacity,
and vehemently declared that they would no longer submit
to the government of such a king. As a token that they re-
nounced their allegiance, they advanced to the foot of the
throne, and angrily breaking the straws which they held, flung
them on the ground, and retired ; by this act manifesting that
all compacts between him and them were broken.

There is a very suggestive story told of an Arab having lost
his track in the desert, and, after having passed two days
without food, of his having arrived at an oasis frequented by
caravans. Starvation stared him in the face : he searched
carefully for any vestiges of food, when, to his delight, he per-
ceived a small leathern bag lying on the sand. He believed
it contained flour — the staff of life. " God be praised !" he
exclaimed, "I am saved!" Hastily untying the bag, he
eagerly examined its contents. " Alas ! " he cried, " unfortu-
nate wretch that I am ! it is only gold-dust 1"

Tulip.

(A DECLARATION OF LOVE.)

THE gaudy Ticlip has gathered round its vividly gay petals
quite a galaxy of anecdotes, more or less reliable. It is
sometimes marked in the English language of flowers as indi-
cative of vanity, but more generally under its Oriental signifi-
cation of a declaration of love. Its original home is presumed
to be Persia, and its name is considered a corruption of the
Persian word for turban, to which article of attire it bears no
little similitude ; a resemblance of which Moore, more than
once, has availed himself in his poem of " Lalla Rookh."

Busbeck, the Emperor of Germany's ambassador to the
Sultan, in the middle of the sixteenth century, was greatly
attracted by the gay colours of this flower, and on his return
to his native land, carried some of the bulbs with him. They
soon became great favourites with the florists. They were
imported into Italy, in 1577 into England, some few years
later into France, and ere long were domiciled in nearly every
European climate.

Beckman, in his " History of Inventions," gives an account
of how, in 1634, one of the most singular manias that has ever
deranged the human mind broke forth in Holland. All classes
were infected with an extraordinary desire to possess rare spe-
cimens of the tulip : not, indeed, in most instances, for love
of the flower, but rather with a view to participate in the pe-
cuniary speculations to which it gave rise. For a single bulb,
which the Dutch florists had grandiloquently styled Semper
Augustus, £ifx>, a handsome carriage and pair of horses, with
harness complete, is recorded to have been given ; it is said
that ;^ 1,200 was the purchase-money of another ; while engage-

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merits to the amount of ;£^5,000 were entered into for a third
root of a very pecuhar species !

To such an extent did this mania at length extend, that
one person, who had possessed an income of more than ;^3,ooo
per annum, was reduced to poverty in a few months througli
speculating in these flowers. A cotmoisseur in these valuables,
possessing a very magnificent specimen, heard that there ex-
isted one of a similar kind at Haarlem. He journeyed to that
city, purchased the rival blossom at an enormous outlay, and
as soon as it became his, crushed it to pulp with his foot,
crying out in ecstacy, " Now my tulip is unique !"

Some still more ludicrous stories are related in connection
with this singular mental epidemic ; for instance, one tale runs
that whilst the mania was at its height, a sailor, going into a
merchant's counting-house, saw a bulb which he mistook for
an onion ; he popped it into his pocket, and took it off to aid
him in relishing a red herring which he had got for dinner.
The merchant, missing the bulb, which was that of a high-
priced tulip, suspected the sailor, rushed after him, and caught
him — ^just finishing his meal off the ill-flavoured onion ! The
poor sailor, who for once had dined like a prince, expiated his
mistake by a six months' imprisonment.

Another unfortunate offender was a gentleman who called
on a florist, and being shown into the conservatory, beguiled
his leisure by pealing the several coats off" a bulb that he found
there, and by then cutting the remainder into shreds. Ere
long in comes the proprietor, and to his dismay sees the frag-
ments of the root, which proved to be that of a Van Eyck,
then deemed one of the most precious of all tulip varieties !
In vain the unintentional criminal expostulated ; the enraged
owner dragged him before a magistrate, who fined him 4,000
florins for his freak, and sent him to prison until he procured
securities for the amount.

To such an extent did this floral gambling spread that, it
is stated, the city of Haarlem derived ten millions sterling
from it during the three years that it existed. Of course the
invariable panic came at last. Government was appealed to
to impede its course, but in vain. Down came the aerial for-
tunes with a crash, ruining hundreds of innocent people, and
shaking the national credit to its very foundations. This

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mania has been attributed to Lipsius, but he was perfectly
guiltless of the gambling portion of it, having merely proffered
high prices for the best flowers.

These disasters, however, have not eradicated from the
minds of the Dutch their love for the tulip ; they still have
A great partiality for it, and, some few years ago, Herr Van-
derninck paid as much as £6\o for a single bulb of a new
species. The English are not free from the tuHpomania: from
£"S to ;^io is no uncommon price for new and choice varieties;
in 1836, at a sale of a Mr. Clarke's tulips at Croydon, ;£^ioo
was given for a single bulb, the " Fanny Kemble." And our
tulip-fanciers are not altogether unsuspected of still experi-
mentalizing for that philosopher's stone of gardening, a black
tulip.

The furore which the tulip had excited in Holland caused
it to become a popular flower in other countries ; and under
careful cultivation it multiplied so rapidly, that, in 1740, the
Baden Durlach Garden at Karlsruhe contained no less than
2,159 kinds, and Count Pappenheim's gardens, at one time,
more than 5,000 varieties !

There is a bulb of the tulip species in 'Assyria, which sleeps
through the long summer drought, then wakens again to life,
and prematurely puts forth blossoms when the early rains of
October invigorate the soil ; but, like too many earthly an-
ticipations, the flower is smitten by the snow or blasted by
the wintry winds, and seems to perish ; by-and-bye, however,
spring resumes its sunny reign, and these blooms once more
make their appearance, with all that vivid beauty of colour,
and those variety of forms, which are so glowingly depicted
on the canvas or described in the pages of Eastern poets.

„^t??ir(9:ihr.

Sycamore.

(CURIOSITY.)

THIS tree is frequently mentioned in Scriptural story, and
has, indeed, been made the emblem of curiosity from an
incident related in the New Testament. Amongst the crowd
which witnessed the triumphal entry of Christ into Jerusalem
was a publican named Zaccheus ; and he, in order to obtain a
better view of the Messiah, climbed up into a sycamore which
stood by the way.

The Scriptural sycamore is a large tree resembling the mul-
berry in its leaf and the fig in its fruit ; hence it is presumed
its name (from two Greek words) is, derived: sycos, a fig-tree,
and moras, a mulberry-tree. It is a wide-spreading tree —
attains a considerable height, and exhibits a trunk of large
dimensions. To the ancients it was known as " the wisest of
trees," because it buds late in the spring, and thus avoids the
nipping frost.

In former ages its fruit appears to have constituted an im-
portant item of the diet of the Egyptians ; and, even now-a-
days, travellers inform us that in some parts of Egypt it is a
common article of food with the people, who are said to think
themselves well off when they have a piece of bread, a couple
of sycamore figs, and a pitcher filled with water from the Nile.

It is good evidence in behalf of the value which these trees
bore in the eyes of the Egyptians that the Psalmist, when
recording the plagues wherewith the Lord visited that people,
says, " He destroyed their sycamore-trees with frost."

It is probable that these trees were carefully cultivated in
Canaan from a very remote age. The prophet Amos is de-
scribed as " a gatherer of sycamore fruit," — that is, he was a
dresser of sycamore-trees. In David's reign, it is stated that
an officer was appointed to tend " the olive-trees and the syca-
more-trees that were in the low plains."

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212 SrCAMORE.

In an anonymous but meritorious volume, entitled " Verses
by a Poor Man," there is a pretty poem about trees, and the
emblem of curiosity is thus introduced :

" I love the shady sycamore,

With its leaves so large and round,
That lie, in dull November hours,
Thick spotted on the ground. "

" The shady sycamore," with its large and spreading branches
bedecked with their always-green foliage, affords a pleasant
retreat from the sun, so that it is commonly planted, by the
inhabitants of Egypt and Palestine, along the roadside, and
in the immediate vicinity of towns and villages, where it may
often be seen stretching its arms over the houses, screening
the fainting inhabitants from the glowing heat of summer.

The wood of this tree, notwithstanding its coarse-grained
and spongy appearance, is said to be very durable — an opinion
probably derived from the fact that the coffins in which the
ancient Egyptian mummies are discovered are made of syca-
more. Bruce affirms that some of this wood, which he buried
in his garden, perished in four years : it has, therefore, been
conjectured, and with much likelihood, that the preservation
of the mummy-chests arises either from a particular prepara-
tion, or else from the dryness of the climate and the sandy
soil of Egypt.

This tree requires much attention in order to render its fruit
edible, and this fruit whilst growing undergoes divers opera-
tions, for, if left to itself, it would become exceedingly bitter.

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Hollyhock.

(AMBITION.)

"The faUen hoUyhock."

Ebenezer Elliott.

THE emblem of that crime by which Wolsey tells us the
angels fell is the tall and stately Hollyhock. A few years
ago it was often designated the " garden mallow," and, indeed,
belongs to the mallow family. From the fact that it is known
in France as Rose d' outre Mer, or "rose from beyond the sea,"
it has been surmised that it was first introduced into Europe
from Syria by the Crusaders. Sometimes it is styled the
" China rose," because large numbers of roots have been im-
ported from that country, with whose inhabitants its showy
bloomage makes it a great favourite.

In some parts of France this symbol of ambition is used to
show the divisions of gardens and vineyards, in the same way
that privet is in England. Phillips, in his " Flora Historica,"
strongly recommends that it be thus employed here, and in-
dulges in the prophecy that some day " the hollyhock will be
planted in the hedges of our fields, and the whole appearance
of the country be much improved by relieving the uniformity
of fences. Considerable benefit," he adds, " would at the same
time be received by those cottagers who have the prudence to
give attention to the hive, since the late season at which the
hollyhock flowers gives the bees an opportunity to make a
second season for collecting their sweets."

The blossom is said to furnish a very large quantity of bee
honey — a fact which did not escape Horace Smith's poet eye :

" And from the nectaries of hollyhocks

The humble bee, e'en till he faints, will sip.''

These proud towering flowers supply many other valuable
requisites besides the storing of hives, but their economic uses

214 Hollyhock.

cannot be discussed here : what is not apart from our plan,
however, is reference to their showy splendour — a splendour
that is doubly prized because it does not " put forth such blaze
of beauty as translates to dullest hearts its dialect of pride,"
until full-hearted summer has carried off all her other floral
favourites. Then does the stately stem of the hollyhock shoot
up above the fading and faded blossoms, and bedecks itself
with gallant bouquets of roses — roses of every tint and every
hue, from the palest blush to the deepest crimson, from flaky
white to the deepest orange; and, sometimes bursting forth
purplish black, or glossy brown, looks, as Jean Ingelow poeti-
cally asserts,

" Queen hollyhock, with butterflies for crowns."

The author of the " Poetry of Gardening " thinks that for
ornamenting lawns there is nothing to surpass the old-fashioned
hollyhock. " This," he remarks, " is the only landscape flower
we possess — the only one, that is, whose forms and colours tell
in the distance ; and so picturesque is it, that perhaps no artist
ever attempted to draw a garden without introducing it, whether
it was really there or not. By far the finest eff"ect," adds this
writer, "that combined art and nature ever produced in garden-
ing, were those fine masses of many-coloured hollyhocks clus-
tered round a weather-tinted vase, such as Sir Joshua delighted
to place in the wings of his pictures. And what more magnifi-
cent than a long avenue of these floral giants, backed by a dark
thick hedge of old-fashioned yew } Such an avenue," remarks
the same author, "was once to be seen in the fulness of its
autumn splendour in a garden of a deep lawyer, at Granton,
near Edinburgh. It was," he concludes, " the most gorgeous
mass of colouring we ever beheld ! "

This essayist, who manifests a great partiality for the pomp-
ous flower, elsewhere depicts "a vase of large dimensions and
bolder sculpture, backed by the heads of a mass of crimson,
rose, and straw-coloured hollyhocks that spring up from the
bank below," as a triumph of poetical gardening.

Lotus.

(ELOQUENCE.)

"The lotus-flower, whose leaves I now
Kiss silently,
Far more than words can tell thee, how
1 worship thee ! "

Moore.

OF the various flowers dedicated to religious purposes by
the nations of antiquity, none occupy a more promi-
nent position than the Lotus, a species of water-lily. Its
sacred blossom was deemed emblematical of mystery by the
symbol worshippers of China, India, and Egypt, and, as a
natural consequence, was frequently used for architectural
adornment by their priests, who always found it advantageous
to enshroud the performance of their religious rites under an
impenetrable veil of symbolism and secrecy. The Egyptians
moreover consecrated the flower of the lotus to the sun, their
God of Eloquence, and represented the dawn of day by a
youth seated upon its blossom. Herodotus and Theophrastus
bear testimony to the high antiquity of the Egyptian reverence
for this lily, and M. Savary assures us that, even at the present
day, the degenerate races dwelling upon the banks of the Nile
are still animated by the same feelings of worship and venera-
tion towards it. It is also revered at the present time in Hin-
dostan, Thibet, and Nepaul, where they believe that in its
sacred bosom Brahma was born.

The Indian Lotus is famous for its roseate colour, for its
powerful fragrance, and because it is in its blossom, which is
somewhat larger than the English water-lily, that the Hin-
doos feign their Cupid Manmadin, whom they picture pinioned
with flowers, was first seen floating down the sacred Ganges.

2i6 Lotus.

Poor L. E. L. founded one of her passionate lyrics on this
fable. She represented the youthful deity as

" Seated on a lotus-flower,
Gathered in a summer hour ;
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Grasping in his infant hand
Arrows in their silken band,
Each made of a signal flower.
Emblem of its varied power!"

This lily is thus introduced in the " Sacontala," in reference
to the art of palmistry, or chirognomy, as practised by the
Brahmin priesthood. " What ! " exclaims a predictive Brah-
min, "the very palm of his hand bears the mark of empire,
and while he thus eagerly extends it, shows its lines of exqui-
site network, and grows like a lotus expanded at early dawn,
when the ruddy splendour of its petals hides all other tints in
obscurity."

The use of the lotus' elegant form in decorative architec-
ture was spoken of above, and one of our authorities thus
confirms the fact : " This is the sublime, the hallowed symbol
that eternally occurs in Oriental mythology ; and, in truth,
not without substantial reason, for it is itself a lovely prodigy :
it contains a treasure of physical instruction, and affords to the
enraptured botanist exhaustless matter of amusement and
contemplation. No wonder, then, that the philosophizing sons
of Mizraim adorned their majestic structures with the spread-
ing tendrils of this vegetable, and made the ample-extending
vase that crowns its lofty stem the capital of the most beau-
tiful columns."

The sacred images of the Indians, Japanese, and Tartars are
almost invariably represented as seated upon the leaves of the
lotus, as is also the Chinese deity, Puzza.

The Egyptian divinity Osiris is likewise portrayed with his
head decorated with this sacred flower ; indeed, the same
symbol is found recurring in every part of the Northern hemi-
sphere to which symbolic religion has penetrated.

The courtiers of the Emperor Adrian endeavoured to per-
suade him that his deceased favourite Antinous had been
m Hamorphosed into a lotus ; but the Roman sovereign, who
erected a temple to his youthful friend's memory, wished it to

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be believed that he had been changed into a constellation.
Naturalists have differed greatly respecting the nature of the
ancient Egyptian lotus, some even asserting that it was a
thorny shrub, and others saying that it was only a man's name ;
but the evidence of several writers of antiquity is so precise,
that there cannot be the slightest doubt of its lily origin. It
is described by Herodotus as " the water-lily, that grows in the
inundated lands of Egypt. The seed of this flower, which
resembles that of the poppy, they bake and make into a kind
of bread. They also use the root of this plant, which is round,
of an agreeable flavour, and about the size of an apple."
Theophrastus describes it in similar terms in his " History of
Plants," as also does Pliny. It was formerly styled the " Lily
of the Nile," from its growing in abundance on the banks and
about the marshes which formed the delta of that river.

It is the Nymphcea lotus of Linnaeus ; is a stately and ma-
jestic plant, rising above the surface of the water at sunrise ;
folding its petals and sinking beneath it at sunset. It has a
calyx like that of a large tulip, and diffuses an odour similar
to that of the lily.

A writer of an erudite article on " Floral Symbols," which
appeared in " Eliza Cook's Journal," and to which we are in-
debted for several valuable allusions, suggested that " the
wonderful physical peculiarities in the growth of this plant
rendered it an appropriate symbol of a worship of the most
degrading and immoral character."

Alas ! that man should so far divert these lovely " floral
apostles " from their intended typifying purposes of love and
innocence, and thus cause them to

" Weep without woe, and blush without a crime ! "

In Japan, however, the lotus is typical of purity, and is, with
the flower of the motherwort, borne aloft in vases at funeral
processions.

Moore, in a note to " Lalla Rookh," respecting little looking-
glasses which certain Asiatic maidens wear upon their thumbs,
remarks that the lotus is the emblem of beauty ; but the lines
which he adduces in confirmation of this idea serve better to
illustrate the symbolism of silent eloquence. Two lovers are
supposed to be holding mute intercourse before their parents :

2i8 Lotus.

" He with salute of deference due,
A lotus to his forehead prest ;
She raised her mirror to his view,
Then turned it inward to her breast. "

Moore also alludes to the poetical legends of the Hindoo
youthful God of Love being first seen " seated on a lotus-
flower." He tells us of Selim, that

" He little knew how well the boy

Can float upon a river's streams,
Lighting them with his smile of joy ;

As bards have seen him in their dreams
Down the blue Ganges, laughing, glide

Upon a rosy lotus wreath,
Catching new lustre from the tide

That with his image shone beneath."

The floral home of this flower, consecrated in India to love,
is thus spoken of by one well acquainted with the Ganges and
its banks : " The rich and luxuriant clusters of the lotus float in
quick succession upon the silvery current. Nor is it the sacred
lotus alone which embellishes the wavelets of the Ganges :
large white, yellow,j^ and scarlet flowers pay an equal tribute ;
and the prows of the numerous native vessels navigating the
stream are garlanded by long wreaths of the most brilliant
daughters of the parterre. India may be called a Paradise of
flowers : the most beautiful lilies grow spontaneously upon
the sandy shores of the rivers, and from every projecting cliff
some shrub dips its flowers in the wave below."

Jayadeva alludes to the blue lotus when he sings, "Whose
wanton eyes resemble blue water-lilies agitated by the breeze;"
and Moore follows up the simile thus :

" His breath is the soul of flowers like these.
And his floating eyes — oh ! they resemble
Blue water-lilies, when the breeze

Is making the stream around them tremble. "

Poor Edgar Poe did not omit to notice Love's floral cradle,
and in his most musical, most melancholy rhyme, sang of

"The nelumbo-bud that floats for ever
With Indian Cupid down the holy river. "

And, in his beautiful Paradise, " Al Aaraaf," places the

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' ' \ alionerian lotus, thither flown
From struggling with the waters of the Rhone ; ''

remarking in a foot-note, that "there is found in the Rhone a
lily of the Valisnerian kind. Its stem will stretch to the length
of three or four feet, thus preserving its head above water in
the swellings of the river ; and further, it is said to sink quite
below the surface during the night."

An opportunity of embalming this wonderful record of
Nature in his flowing verse is thus taken by Moore :

" Those virgin lilies, all the night
Bathing their beauties in the lake,
That they may rise more fresh and bright
When their beloved sun 's awake. '

Camellia Japonica.

(SUPREME LOVELINESS.)

EVERYBODY will willingly acknowledge the Camellia,
or Rose of Japan, to be one of the most lovely floral
beauties ever introduced into this country; but, alas! despite
its supreme loveliness, this flower, unlike its European rival
queen, the rose, has no fragrance !

This beautiful blossom, deemed in the poetical Blumen-
sprache, or language of flowers of our Teutonic cousins, as
expressing Thou art my heart's sovereign, was first introduced
into Europe in 1639, and derives its name from a Jesuit monk,
Joseph Kamel, or, as it is generally Latinized into, Camellus.
It has been justly observed, that had this superb bloom been
Greek, Italian, or English, there would have been a great deal
said of it by our poets ; and doubtless it does figure largely in
the poetry of Japan. Unfortunately for our quotations, but
perhaps fortunately for their own comfort, the Japanese have
hitherto preserved most of their good things to themselves, and
so, for the present, can live unscathed by the fire of European
criticism.

Did Jean Ingelow have these magnificent floral pets in her
poet mind when she sang :

" These are buds that fold within them,
Closed and covered from our sight,
Many a richly-tinted petal,
Never looked on by the light " ?

And did this same gifted poetess mean that it was the richly-
tinted petals of these stars of evening, which uttered their
"songs without words" to some admired human flower, at
those intoxicating hours when a sound of revelry was faintly
heard floating out of the heavily-scented ball-room into the
still more fragrant silence of the conservatory? —

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" And that they whose lips do utter
Language such as bards have sung,
Tliough their speech shall be to many
As an unknown tongue."

Let not, O fair maiden ! the presentation of one of these
bright blossoms be to you incomprehensible; do not let the
donor of such a complimentary gift deem that he is addressing
you in an unknown tongue. Every one, indeed, should be able
to interpret the symbolism of these lovely flowers, which, as
Mrs. Sigourney says,

" Put forth such blaze of beauty as translates
To dullest hearts their dialect of Icve."

P O LYANT H US.

(CONFIDENCE.)

THE Polyanthus is twin-sister to the Auricula, and both
of them belong to the primrose clan. The former is
the hardier, but less admired, of the twain, and will survive
the coldest and wettest seasons. Like all the plants of its
genus, it is an early blower, being one of the first flowers that
welcome in the spring.

" The polyanthus of unnumbered dyes," as Thomson calls
it in his " Seasons," is asserted to be merely a variety of the
field-primrose, produced by the skill of the gardener. It was
known, however, to the ancients by the name of " Paralisos,"
and was believed to have sprung frorn the ashes of a youth of
that name, who pined to death for the loss of Melicerta, who,
to escape the mad fury of Anthamas, King of Thebes, plunged
into the sea and was drowned.

The Auricula, significant of a whisper, was formerly known
to botanists as Auricula ursi, or "bear's ear," from the shape
of its leaves : it was also formerly spoken of as "mountain cow-
slip." Perhaps there is no flower that has received more tender
care from cultivators than the auricula : they have waited upon
and watched over it like a mother over her infant ; and won-
derful are the effects education has produced upon it. In its
original state it is either yellow or white, and the skill of the
florist has brought it to its present rich hues of brown or
purple, sometimes edged with green or centred with gold.
Thomson talks of

" Auriculas, enrich'd
With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves."

The author of " Flora Domestica " states that this plant has

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a singular propensity for meat, and that a good part of its
bloom is actually owing, like an alderman's, to this consumption
of flesh. Juicy pieces of meat are placed about the root, so
that it may in some measure be said to live on blood. This
undoubtedly lessens its charms in some eyes — its florid aspect
somehow becomes unnatural ; and the " shining meal," with
which Thomson says it is "enriched," being no longer asso-
ciated with vegetation, makes it look like a baker covered
with flour, and just come out from a dinner in his hot oven.
Keats evidently describes either the polyanthus or auricula in
this passage of " Endymion : "

" Oft have I brought thee flowers, on their stalkt set
Like vestal primroses, but dark velvet
Edges them round, and they have golden pits."

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H O LLY.

(FORESIGHT.)

"I, in this wisdom of the holly-tree can emblems see."

SOUTHEY.

IF ever any production of nature testified to the superin-
tending care of a Supreme Being, it is the Holly; that
evergreen bush which " outdares cold winter's ire," and with
its shining green foliage and brilliant red berries, forms such
a cheerful contrast with the general lifelessness of the British
landscape in winter. In frost, in snow, in sun or rain, its glossy
leaves are ever seen beaming brightly, inspiriting dreary hearts
to renewed hopes and exertions.

This tree, apart from its slow growth, is admirable for the
formation of hedges. As soon as it attains any size, it con-
stitutes an impenetrable fence against all kinds of intruders,
animal or human. Its leaves are a favourite food with some
creatures, but the sharp prickles with which those on the lower
branches are provided repel all depredators : it is strange to
observe that the leaves upon the upper portion of the tree,
and which are out of the reach of assailants, dispense with
their thorns, and, as if conscious of their security, grow per-
fectly smooth. This remarkable adaptation of nature to the
law of self-preservation is noticed by Southey, in his address
to the holly-tree, a simple poem that will be read and admired
long after all his ponderous epics have been consigned to obli-
vion:

" O reader ! hast thou ever stood to see

The holly-tree
The eye that contemplates it well perceives

Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an Intelligence so wise,
As might confound the atheist's sophistries.

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" Below a circling fence its leaves are seen

Wrinkled and keen ;
No grazing cattle through their prickly round

Can reach to wound ;
But as they grow where nothing is to fear.
Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.

" I love to view these things with curious eyes,

And moralize ;
And in this vrisdom of the holly-tree

Can emblems see
Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme,
One which may profit in the after-time.

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" And as when all the Sumrier trees are seen
So bright and green.
The holly-leaves their fadeless hues display

Less bright than they ;
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the holly-tree ?

" So serious should my youth appear among

The thoughtless throng;
So would I seem among the young and gay

More grave than they;
That in my age as cheerful I might be
As the green winter of the holly-tree."

Of the various evergreens which the Enghsh use at Christ-
mas for decorating their houses and churches, none is such a
favourite, and is deemed so throughly emblematic of that fes-
tive season, as the much-admired holly. Like all widely-spread
customs, the practice of decking places with evergi-eens appears
to be a relic of considerable antiquity, and one that evidently
symbolized far more than it does now-a-days. As with so
many of our emblematic plants, the races of antiquity ascribed
several wonderful properties to the holly-tree: the disciples of
Zoroaster, the fire-worshippers, believed that the sun never
shadowed it; and the followers of that philosopher still re-
maining in Persia and India, are said to throw water impreg-
nated with holly-bark in the face of a new-born child.

During the great festival of the Saturnalia, which occurred
about the period of the present Christmas, it was customary
among the Romans to send holly-boughs to their friends, as
typical of their good wishes. Pliny states that branches of
this tree defend houses from lightning, and men from witch-
craft The early Roman Christians, despite the interdiction

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228 Holly.

of their priests, appear to have used the holly in ornamenting'
their churches at Christmas, and undoubtedly this custom,
which they derived from heathen nations, they have trans-
mitted to their descendants. The earliest English record of this
pleasant practice is supposed to be found in a carol in praise
of holly, written in the time of Henry VI., and beginning with
this stanza :

" Nay, ivy, nay, it shall not be, I wys;
Let holly hafe the mastry, as the maner is.
Holly stand in the halle, fayre to behold ;
Ivy stand without the dore; she is full sore a-cold."

In some of the southern portions of the United States the
leaves of the holly-bush are used as a substitute for tea. The
American Indians are said to regard them as a panacea ; and
at certain seasons of the year they hasten in large numbers to
the sea-coast, where the bush flourishes best. Making a fire
on the ground, and suspending a cauldron of water above it,
they throw a great quantity of these leaves into the vessel,
aad then, sitting in a circle round the fire, they begin to imbibe
large draughts of the liquid, which is served out in a wooden
bowl : very shortly this produces vomiting. For two or three
days the process is repeated, and then, every one carrying a
bundle of the leaves away with him, they return home.

" This plant," says Miller, writing some years ago, " is sup-
posed to be the same as that which grows in Paraguay, where
the Jesuits make a great revenue of the leaves, an account of
which is given by M. Frezier."

Evelyn in his garden at Sayes Court had a magnificent
hedge of holly, which he glowingly described as " at any time
of the year glittering with its armed and varnished leaves ;
the taller standards, at orderly distances, blushing with their
natural coral. It mocks," he added, " the rude assaults of the
weather, beasts, or hedge-breaker ;" but, alas for human fore-
sight ! — the impregnable hedge could not resist a sovereign's
folly. The Czar, Peter the Great, during his stay in England,
having taken up his residence at Mr. Evelyn's house in order
to be near the Deptford dockyard, is recorded to have en-
joyed the puerile amusement of being wheeled in a barrow
through the dense holly hedges which had afforded their owner
so much innocent pride. Under such onslaughts the gardens

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as may be readily imagined, and as poor Evelyn pathetically
observes, were ruined.

It is stated that in some parts of the country there is a sin-
gular custom of beating the feet, when afflicted with chilblains,
with a branch of holly, from some lingering superstitious idea
of its curative powers. It is to be hoped that the upper or
thornless portion of the tree is used, otherwise, as our au-
thority naively observes, the castigation is little likely to pro-
duce any other effect than that of irritating a part already too
much inflamed and susceptible.

Apart from its beauty, and the pleasurable feelings it en-
genders by decking the wintry prospect with its lively-hued
foliage and brilliant scarlet berries, the holly has other asso-
ciations which render it, in England at least, the most beloved
of all plants. Neither the luxuriant rose or the modest violet
produces such tender feelings in the Briton's heart. How
many happy memories, how many gentle feelings, will the
sight of a sprig of this beloved plant excite ! What an ever-
susceptible chord of human sympathy will a vision of this
bright holly cause to vibrate, even in hearts long silent to such
music! Long, long may Christmas, crowned with this em-
blem of its vitality, knit in bonds of loving brotherhood man
to fellow-man ! and long let us behold, with Gay,

" Christmas, the joyous period of the year !
Now with bright holly all the temples strow.
With laurel green and sacred mistletoe."

In "Poor Robin's Almanack" for 1695, the custom of de-
corating dwellings with evergreens is quaintly introduced :

" With holly and ivy, " With bays and rosemary.

So green and so gay, And laurel complete ;

We deck up our houses And every one now

As fresh as the day ; Is a king in conceit."

But there is an English poet to whom we may always turn
for a Christmas wreath, a poet who is never a-weary of sing-
ing the joys — real and ideal — of that transitory epoch in the
tedious years — those bright oases, in what to so many are
deserts of time, when it does indeed appear as if " peace and
goodwill towards all men " is the general feeling in Christian
nations. And that poet is — need it be said ? — Eliza Cook.
Hark how she carols of the Christmas holly :

230 Holly.

" The holly I the holly ! oh, twine it with the bay —

Come, give the holly a song ;
For it helps to drive stern Winter away,

With his garments so sombre and long.
It peeps through the trees with its berries of red,

And its leaves of burnish'd green,
When the flowers and fruits have long been dead.

And not even the daisy is seen.
Then sing to the holly, the Christmas holly.

That hangs over peasant and king ;
While we laugh and carouse 'neath its glittering boughs,

To the Christmas holly we '11 sing.

"The gale may whistle, and frost may come

To fetter the gurgling rill ;
The woods may be bare and the warblers dumb —

But the holly is beautiful still.
In the revel and light of princely halls

The bright holly-branch is found ;
And its shadow falls on the lowliest — falls

While the brimming horn goes round.
Then drink to the holly, &c.

" The ivy lives long, but its home must be

Where graves and ruins are spread ;
There 's beauty about the cypress-tree,

But it flourishes near the dead ;
The laurel the warrior's brow may wreathe,

But it tells of tears and blood.
I sing the holly — and who can breathe

Aught of that that is not good ?
Then sing to the holly, &c."

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Foxglove.

(INSINCERITY.)

THE Foxglove typifies insincerity because of the invidious
poison which lurks within its bright blossom. In France
and Germany, and in some parts of England, it is known as
"Finger-flower," because of the resemblance it bears to the
finger of a glove, a resemblance which the poets have not failed
to take advantage of. William Brown describes Pan as seeking
gloves for his mistress :

"To keep her slender fingers from the sunne,
Pan through the pastures oftentunes hath runne
To pluck the speckled foxgloves from their stem,
And on those fingers neatly placed them."

It was the age of conceits and quaint fancies when these
gallant gentlemen wrote, and so we pardon their artificial
fantasies as a humour of the age. Cowley, like his compa-
triot, found a finger for this bonny bloom :

" The foxglove on fair Flora's hand is virom,
Lest while she gathers flowers she meet a thorn. ''

The tall purple foxglove is one of the most stately and yet
most lovely of British plants; its elegantly-mottled and in-
versely conical bells are well worthy the attention of the en-
tomologists, as a variety of tiny beings are attracted by the
shelter, or by the rich repast which the blossoms afford, to
continually resort to them, and

" Bees that soar for bloom
High as the highest peak of Fumess Fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells."

The campanular shape of these attractive flowers seems as
inviting to the pens of modern poets as was its finger-like form
to those of yore ; and so we find not only Wordsworth, but

232 Foxglove.

also Charlotte Smith and Eliza Cook, alluding to its " bells."
The former poetess invites the bee to

"Explore the foxglove's freckled bell;"

and the latter woos the south wind to ring

"A fairy chime
Upon the foxglove bells."

The common foxglove varies in colour from a Roman pur-
ple to a violet hue, and is found of a cream colour, orange-
tawney, blush-colour, and white. It is a pity these plants are
poisonous, for they are extremely beautiful, particularly those
kinds which are of a deep rose. They are all speckled within
the bell, which adds still more to their richness. Tennyson
truly styles them " the foxglove's dappled bells."

This elegant plant was well known to the ancients for its
medicinal qualities, and during the middle ages its celebrity
as a vulnerary became proverbial in Italy, of which country
the iron-coloured species is a native. Modern botanists have
claimed it as an important remedy in pulmonary complaints :

"The foxglove-leaves, with caution given,
Another proof of favouring Heaven

Will happily display :
The rabid pulse it can abate,
The hectic flush can moderate,
And, blest by Him virhose vi^ill is fate,

May give a lengthen'd day. "

Poets frequently presuming upon their intimate acquaintance
with Nature, term her children by any name that 's sweet, and
often electing amongst themselves what certain things certain
blooms shall typify, have christened the finger-flower " emblem
of punishment :"

"Foxglove and nightshade, side by side,
Emblems of punishment and pride."

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Pimpernel.

(CHANGE.)

" More bitter far than all
It was to know that love could change and die."

A. A. Procter.

THE scarlet Pimpernel shares with the common red poppy
the honour of being the only instances of bright scarlet
blossoms amongst our British wild flowers, flowers of that vivid
hue generally requiring the tropical sun to warm them into
life.

This bright little emblem of cJiange does not unfold its
brilliant petals until eight o'clock in the morning, and refolds
them towards noon : this habit has obtained for it the cogno-
men of " the poor man's weather-glass ; " whilst for its useful-
ness in foretelling the approach of rain, it is frequently known
as " the shepherd's warning." Few who have passed a portion
of their life in the country but are acquainted with this pro-
perty of the pretty little pimpernel. Whenever its tiny scarlet
blossoms are seen folding up their delicate petals, it may be
deemed a certain indication of approaching rain; and as such
a sign Darwin notices it :

" Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel ;
In fiery red the sun doth rise,
Then wades through clouds to mount the skies ;
'T will surely rain, we see 't with sorrow, —
No working in the fields to-morrow. "

Should rainy weather endure for several days, the pimpernel
is said to lose its sensibility, and fails to foretell the coming
change.

This flower was said to have derived its ancient name of
Centunculus, from cento, " a covering," because it spreads itself
so profusely over cultivated fields ; but more recently that
appellation has been transferred to the chaffweed. It was also

234 Pimpernel.

known formerly as Anagallis, which signifies "a laugh ; " and
Pliny said that, when taken inwardly, it promoted mirth. This
was probably the reason why poets styled it "the cheerful
pimpernel."

There is a blue variety of this little blossom, as also a rose-
coloured one, but this latter is very rare. A pure white kind,
with a beautiful purple centre, is sometimes; met with in Wales.

Doubtless it was some such symbol tioweret as this frail
emblem of change which Holmes pictured in his " mind's eye "
when he sang :

"Some years ago, a dark-eyed maid

Was sitting in the shade —
There 's something brings her to my mind

In that young dreaming maid —
And in her hand she held a flower,

A flower whose speaking hue
Said, in the language of the heart,

' Believe the giver true.'

"And as she looked upon its leaves.

The maiden made a vow
To wear it when the bridal wreath

Was woven for her brow.
She watch'd the flower, as, day by day,

The leaflets curled and died ;
But he who gave it never came

To claim her for his bride.

" Oh, many a Summer's morning glow

Has lent the rose its ray.
And many a Winter's drifting snow

Has swept its bloom away ;
But she has kept that faithless pledge

To this her Winter hour,
And keeps it still, herself alone,

And wasted like the flower."

How appropriate are the following words of Adelaide Procter
to this frail emblem of a frailer joy :

"Like hopes, perfumed and bright.
So lately shining, wet with dew and tears,

Trembling in morning light,
I saw them change to dark and anxious fears

Before the night!"

Clover.

(I PROMISE.)

THE white Clover, or Shamrock, is the national emblem
of Ireland, and claims an equal place in history with
England's rose, or Scotland's thistle. This symbol of their
loved Emerald Isle is worn by Irishmen on the anniversary and
in commemoration of St. Patrick's landing near Wicklow, in
the beginning of the fourth century of the Christian era. The
patron^aint is reported to have explained to his disciples the
mysteries of the Trinity by means of a clover-leaf, or trefoil.

This emblem of promise has received innumerable tokens of
their regard for its good qualities from the poets of ill-fated
Hibernia, but patriotism, more than love or friendship, is the
symbolism portrayed. Moore, in one of his melodies, couples
the shamrock of Ireland with the olive of Spain; but most
assuredly the association is only possible in song. The follow-
ing rollicking, anonymous verses are thoroughly characteristic
of the sons of Hibernia, and portray to some extent the love
they bear, and the typical uses that they make of, the white
clover :

*' Brave sons of Hibernia, your shamrocks display.
For ever made sacred on St. Patrick's day ;
'T is a type of religion, the badge of our saint.
And a plant of that soil which no venom can taint.

" Both Venus and Mars to that land lay a claim,
Their title is own'd and recorded by fame ;
But St. Patrick to friendship has hallowed the ground,
And made hospitality ever abound.

" Then with shamrocks and myrtles, let 's garnish the bowl.
In converse convivial and sweet flow of soul,
To our saint make oblations of generous wine —
What saint could have more? — sure 't is worship divine !

" Tho' jovial and festive in seeming excess.
We 've hearts sympathetic of others' distress.
May our shamrocks continue to flourish, and prove
An emblem of charity, friendship, and love.

236 Clover.

" May the blights of disunion no longer remain,
Our shamrock to wither, its glories to stain ;
May it flourish for ever, we Heaven invoke.
Kindly shelter'd and fenced by the brave Irish oak ! "

Bees delight in the sweet-scented blossoms of what Tennyson
aptly calls the

" Rare 'broidery of the purple clover,"

and obtain a plentiful supply of honey from its blushing lips :
during the autumn months the cheering hum of these "musical
hounds of the fairy king," as hither and thither they busily flit
over their floral forest, and " hunt for the golden dew," is a most
delightful, gladsome melody.

Walter Thornbury, one of our most picturesque writers — a
poet who paints pictures with words better than many of our
artists do with colours — has the following dainty lyric, repre-
sentative of " In Clover : "

"There is clover, honey-sweet, "You may track the winds that blow

Thick and tangled at our feet ; Through the corn-fields as they go ;

Crimson-spotted lies the field, From the wheat, as from a sea,

As in fight the warrior's shield : Springs the lark in ecstacy.

Yonder poppies, full of scorn, Now the bloom is on the blade.

Proudly wave above the com. In the sun and in the shade.

There is music at our feet There is music at our feet

In the clover, honey-sweet. In the clover, honey-sweet.

This little plant is endowed with several strange properties,
not the least singular of which is the fact that if moorlands in
the north of England, and some parts of North America, are
turned up for the first time, and strewed with lime, white clover
springs up in abundance, typifying to the wondering farmer
promise of future bounteous crops. No satisfactory solution
of this circumstance has yet been propounded. The sponta-
neous coming up of this flower is deemed an infallible indication
of good soil. Every one knows all the wonderful things and
brilliant future promised to the finder of a four-leaved sham-
rock ! Dear reader, may you be that favourite of Fortune !

The Druids held the clover in great repute, deeming it, it is
supposed, a charm against evil spirits. Hope was depicted by
the ancients as a little child standing on tiptoe, and holding
one of these flowers in his hand. What an exquisite allusion
to promised pleasures was that !

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Acacia.

(FRIENDSHIP.)

THE tree generally called the Acacia in this country is the
Robinia, or pseudo-acacia ; but the veritable symbol of
friendship is the honey-locust-tree, or three-thorned acacia. A
native of North America, remarkable for its brilliant green
foliage, it has been consecrated by the Indians, who dwell in
the still unsurveyed forests, and ramble over the yet boundless
prairies, to the deity of chaste love, and as the emblem of that
delicate passion it is sometimes even used by our own flori-
graphists. The blossoms are small, and too nearly the colour
of the leaves to produce any striking effect ; but the pod which
succeeds them, being upwards of a foot in length and of a dark
brown colour, contrasts curiously with the vivid hue of the
foliage. The trunk and branches are armed with large red
thorns, which present a very singular appearance. The Indians
point their arrows with these thorns, and make their bows of
this tree's incorruptible wood, whilst they use its blossoms as
" token flowers, to tell what words can ne'er express so well."

There is a tree growing in Oriental climes called the Egyp-
tian acacia, but it is really a mimosa ; a valuable and fragrant
gum, much used as incense in religious ceremonials, is obtained
from it. This tree is supposed to be the shittah-tree of the Old
Testament. Its timber is styled shittim, which some translate
as " incorruptible wood." In the fifteenth chapter of Exodus it
is recorded that the Ark of the Lord was made of shittim
wood, overlaid, within and without, with pure gold, and having
a crown of gold round about it ; and in the following chapter,
we read that the staves were made of this same tree, as were
also the boards of the tabernacle, and the woodwork of the
altar on which the offerings were presented.

This latter was the tree which Nourmahal alluded to in the
lay with which she charmed her beloved Selim's ear :

"Fly to the desert, fly with me, " Our rocks are rough, but smiling there

Our Arab tents are too rude for thee; Th' acacia waves her yellow hair,
But, oh! the choice what heart can doubt, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
Of tents with love or thrones without. For flowering in a wilderness.

238 Acacia

" Our sands are bare, but down their slope "Come, if the love thou hast for me
The silvery-footed antelope Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, —

As gracefully and gaily springs, Fresh as the fountain underground

As o'er the marble courts of kings. When first 't is by the lapvping found. *

" Then come — thy Arab maid will be " But if for me thou dost forsake

The loved and lone acacia-tree, Some other maid, and rudely break

The antelope whose feet shall bless Her worship'd image from its base.

With their light sound thy loneliness. To give to me the ruin'd place ;

" Then fly with me, — ^if thou hast known "Then fare thee well, — I 'd rather make
No other flame, nor falsely thrown My bower upon some icy lake

A gem away that thou hadst sworn When thawing suns begin to shine,

Should ever in thy heart be worn. Than trust to love so false as thine. "

Thus passionately sung the " light of the harem," in " Lalla
Rookh."

The pseudo-acacia is known also as the robinia, and was thus
named by Linnsus in honour of Robin the botanist, who —
somewhat more than a century ago — introduced the tree into
France from America. There are two species of this acacia
cultivated in Europe : their foliage is of a peculiarly brilliant
green, and their pea-shaped blossoms droop in elegant clusters
like those of the laburnum. Their beauty, however, is fleeting,
scarcely lasting for a week, but during their short-lived exist-
ence exhaling a sweet perfume. One of these species bears
white bloom ; but the favourite of the twain bears, as its name
implies, rose-coloured flowers.

In a well-known " Language of Flowers," this latter tree —
the rose acacia — is adopted as the type of elegance, because,
remarks the editor, " the art of the toilet cannot produce any-
thing fresher or more elegant than the attire of this pretty
shrub. Its drooping branches, its gay green, its beautiful
bunches of pink flowers, resembling bows of ribbon — all give
it the appearance of a fashionable female in her ball-dress."

In Biirger's Blumensprache, the acacia, as in most native and
foreign floral languages, stands as the symbol oi friendship.

Under its name of locust-tree, Holmes uses the acacia as a
symbol of mourning :

" When damps beneath and storms above
Have bowed these fragile towers,
Still o'er the grave yon locust-grove
Shall swing its Orient flowers."

• The hudhud, or lapwing, is supposed to have the power of discovering water
un'lerground.

Heath.

(SOLITUDE.)

WHEN sorrow takes possession of the wounded heart;
when love or fortune has proved unkind; when the
best laid schemes are gone astray, what medicine can minister
so well to the mind diseased as solitude, of which this fairy
flower is the token .' Yes, gentle reader ; when grief or trouble
assail you for awhile, forsake the common herd ; go forth, and
commune with Nature — ^with Nature, and with Nature's God,
and be assured that you will return to your daily duties with
a reinvigorated soul — ^with a mind strengthened and " prepared
for any fate ; " and trust that

"Not vainly may the heath-flower shed
Its moorland fragrance round your head."

But although solitude, dear friend, is a good tonic, taken in
small doses and at rare intervals, beware of too great indul-
gence in its attractions, or you may find the physic prove a
poison after all; and, to quote Professor Blackie, you will
learn to sigh,

" Alone, alone, and all alone !
What could more lonely be ? "

To many, wandering, perchance, in foreign lands, the Heath
is endowed with a thousand tender recollections of the past —
the past that never comes again; and Scottish Highlanders,
so acutely sensible are they to the associations of home, have
been seen to weep like children, when in their distant exile
they have beheld a bunch of simple heather. Grant thus gives
expression to this feeling of fondness displayed by the sturdy
Scot for his native plant:

" Flowers of the wild, whose purple glow

Adorns the dusky mountain's side.
Not the gay hues of Iris' bow.

Nor garden's gorgeous, varied pride.
With all its wealth of sweets, could cheer

Like thee, the hardy mountaineer.

24° Heath.

' ' Flower of his dear -loved native land !

Alas ! when distant, far more dear !
When he from cold and foreign strand

Looks homeward through the blinding tear,
How must his aching heart deplore

That home, and thee, he sees no more ! "

And well may the Highlander value this lovely little blos-
som, for not only does it brighten the bleak hill-sides of his
mountainous home, but it also supplies many a needed house-
hold deficiency. In olden times it formed an important in-
gredient in his favourite drink, and even now is so used in
some outlying districts : a fine orange dye is produced from
its tops, boiled with alum; strong durable ropes are manu-
factured from its fibres; and, though last, not by any means
least, its warm elastic sprays form a sweet soft bed, whereon
he may repose his wearied limbs :

" Of this, old Scotia's hardy mountaineers
Their rustic couches form ; and there enjoy
Sleep which, beneath his velvet canopy,

■ Luxurious idleness implores in vain."

Charlotte Smith.

Well does Withering remark, when speaking of the heath,
that as the ancients were wont to repose on the leaves of poetic
trees, not doubting their power of inspiration — as the Agnus
cactus was fabled to compose the troubled mind, the laurel to
excite poetic fire, or the bay to suggest martial visions — why
may not the heather couch equally refresh the weary limbs of
the rough mountaineer, and awaken noble sentiments in minds
scarcely less imaginative than those of the ancient Greeks, and
nothing lacking in credulity .''

The Highland heath-bed is thus described in Sir Walter
Scott's novel of "Rob Roy:" "I remarked that Rob Roy's
attention had extended itself to providing us better bedding
than we had enjoyed the night before. Two of the least fra-
gile of tfte bedsteads, which stood by the wall of the hut, had
been stuffed with heath, then in full flower, so artifically ar-
ranged that the flowers, being uppermost, afforded a mattress
at once elastic and fragrant. Cloaks, and such bedding as
could be collected, stretched over this vegetable couch, made
it both soft and warm."

The heath has, within the compass of a few years, risen from

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neglect to splendour. Every one remembers that Pope marks
it with contempt, at the same time that he celebrates the colour
of the flowers :

"E'en the wild heath displays its purple dyes."

Until within the last few years, scarcely half a dozen varieties
were known, and now they are reckoned by hundreds. They
are all beautiful, and the flowers range in hue from a purple-
tinged rose to pure white.

Eliza Cook has entwined some of her ever-happy lines
around this sweet symbol of solitude :

" Wild blossoms of the moorland, ye are very dear to me ;
Ye lure my dreaming memory as clover does the bee ;
Ye bring back all my childhood loved, virhen freedom, joy, and health
Had never thought of wearing chains to fetter fame and wealth.
Wild blossoms of the common land, brave tenants of the earth.
Your breathings were among the first that helped my spirit's birth ;
For how my busy brain would dream, and how my heart would bum.
Where goise and heather flung their arms above the forest fern.

" Who loved me then? Oh, those who were as gentle as sincere.
Who never kiss'd my cheek so hard as when it own'd a tear.
Whom did I love? Oh, those whose faith I never had to doubt ;
Those who grew anxious at my sigh and smiled upon my pout.
What did I crave? The power to rove unquestion'd at my will;
Oh, wayward idler that I was ! — perchance I am such still.
What did I fear? No chance or change, so that it did not turn
My footstep from the moorland coast, the heather, and the fern.

" Methinks it was a pleasant time, those gipsy days of mine.
When youth with rosy magic tum'd life's waters into wine ;
But nearly all who shared those days have pass'd away from earth,
Pass'd in their beauty and their prime, their happiness and mirth.
So now, rich flow'rets of the waste, I '11 sit and talk to ye,
For memory's casket, fill'd with gems, is open'd by your key j
And glad I am that I can grasp your blossoms sweet and wild.
And find myself a deter yet, a dreamer, and a child."

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Clematis.

(ARTIFICE.)

THIS pleasing flower, called frequently Virgin's-bower or
Traveller's JOy, has unfortunately been adopted as the
emblem of artifice, because, some say, beggars, in order to
excite pity, make false ulcers — which, however, sometimes
produce real ones — in their flesh by means of its twigs.

Its specific name of Clematis is derived from the Greek word
klema, signifying a small branch of a vine, because most of
these plants climb like a vine, rambling over everything.

"O'errun
By vines and boundless clematis,"

as Procter says in some of his delightful verses.

" Traviler's joie is this same plant termed," says Gerarde,
"as decking and adorning waies and hedges where people
travell; virgin's-bower, by reason of the goodly shadowe which
they make with their thick bushing and climbing, as also for
the beautie of the floweres, and the pleasant scent and savour
of the same ; and by country folks, ' old man's beard,' from
the hoary appearance of the seeds, which remain long on the
hedges."

Loudon, however, considered that the name of virgin's-
bower was probably given to this flower — introduced into
England in 1569 — with the intention of conveying a compli-
ment to Queen Elizabeth, who liked to be styled and alluded
to as the " Virgin Queen."

One species of clematis is known as Ladies'-bower, "from
its aptness," says old Gerarde, " to make bowers or arbours
in gardens." Keats, in his luscious poem of "Endymion,"
describes such a bower " for whispering lovers made," wherein
a youth is sleeping :

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" Round him grew
All tendrils gi'een, of every bloom and hue.
Together intertwined, and trammel'd fresh :
The vine of glossy sprout ; the ivy-mesh,
Shading its Ethiop berries ; and woodbine
Of velvet leaves, and bugle blooms divine ;
Convolvulus in streaked vases flush ;
The creeper mellowing for an Autumn blush;
And virgin's-bower, trailing airily.
With others of the sisterhood."

The profusion of elegant sweet-scented blossom with which
the clematis decks itself during the sunny summer, as the
autumn approaches gradually gives place to long, feathery,
downy seeds, and these, in graceful pensile tufts, hang like
drapery on the autumnal hedges, enlivening the roadsides long
after flowers have vanished — not unfrequently remaining until
the commencement of December. It seems unjust that so
welcome a plant, which lingers so lovingly with us long after
all its floral friends have sought the land of shadows, should
be deemed the representative of artifice ; but the florigraphists
have so willed it, and by their decision we must abide. The
long feathery down attached to the seeds is made use of by
field-mice to render their nests soft and warm, and hence they
are frequently found at the entrance to their holes, where

"Oft the little mouse.
Eludes our hopes, and, safely lodged below.
Hath formed his granaries."

I.^P'^-'^v^.^

Amaranth.

(IMMORTALITY.)
" Immortal amaranth.''

Milton.

MOST poetical of all flowers in meaning is the Amaranth.
Christened by the Greeks "never-fading," because of
the lasting nature of its bloom, it has been selected as the
symbol of immortality, and as such it has ever been associated
with Death, significant that that is the portal through which
the soul must pass in its search after the undying blossoms of
Eternity. Milton assigns crowns of amaranth to the angelic
multitude assembled before the Deity :

"To the ground
With solemn adoration down they cast
Their crowns inwove with amaranth and gold.
Immortal amaranth — a flower which once
In Paradise, fast by the tree of life,
Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence
To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows
And flowers aloft, shading the font of life.
And where the river of bliss, through midst of heaven
Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream :
With these that never fade the spirits elect
Bind their resplendent locks enwreath'd with beams ;
Now in loose garlands thick thrown off, the bright
Pavement, that like a sea of jasper shone,
Impurpled with celestial rosy smile."

Well may the amaranth's splendour be lauded, for, as Miller
truthfully confesses, "there is not a handsomer plant than
this in its full lustre." The author of " Flora Domestica," de-
scribing the purple variety, says it resembles clover raised
to an immense pitch of colour and sprinkled with grains of
gold. And this same lady is our authority for the following
jjaragraph :

These flowers gathered when full-grown and dried in the
shade will preserve their beauty for years, particularly if they
are not exposed to the sun. A friend of the writer's possesses

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some amaranths, both purple and yellow, which he has had by
him for several years, enclosed with some locks of hair in a
little marble urn. They look as vivid as if they were put in
yesterday."

Homer describes the Thessalians as wearing crowns of these
funereal flowers at the entombment of Achilles ; and Spenser
and Milton both class the amaranth as amongst " those flowers
that sad embroidery wear," the brilliancy of its glowing colours
notwithstanding. The most admired species of this plant is a
native of the West Indies, and is called the " tricolor," on ac-
count of its variegated hues of crimson, green, and gold. The
Spaniards call it " the parrot," the feathers of which gaudily-
plumed bird Gerarde considers its flowers resemble. At the
floral games held at Toulouse — as a brilliant compliment to
the deserver of immortality — a golden amaranth was awarded
as prize for the best lyric composition.

In 1633, Queen Christiana of Sweden gave an entertainment
in honour of Don Antonio Pimentel, the Spanish ambassador.
She appeared on this occasion in a dress covered with dia-
inonds, and was attended by a splendid train of nobles and
ladies. At the conclusion of the ball she stripped her attire
of the diamonds, and distributed them among the company,
and at the same time presented her favourite nobles with the
insignia of a new order of knighthood, consisting of a riband
and medal, with an amaranth in enamel, encircled with the
motto, Dolce nella memoria.

One of the most popular species of the amaranth is the
" Love-lies-bleeding." The origin of this singular appellation is
not known, but it has been suggested that the following verses
of Moore's account for it. The daughter of O'Connor is la-
menting over the tomb of Connocht Moran :

" A hero's bride ! this desert bower,
It ill befits thy gentle breeding :
And wherefore dost thou love this flower
To call ' my-love-lies-bleeding ' ?

"This purple flower my tears have nursed ;
A hero's blood supplied its bloom :
I love it, for it was the first

That grew on Connocht Moran's tomb."

In Portugal and other warmer climes than ours, they adorn

246 Amaranth

the churches at Christmas-time with the amaranth, as an em-
blem of that immortahty which their faith bids them look
forward to : to the lover it is ever a symbol of undying love.

Shelley introduces this flower into his poem of " Rosalind
and Helen," as suitable to wear in a chaplet ; thus he says :

" Whose sad inhabitants each year would come

With willing steps, climbing that rugged height.

And hang long locks of hair, and garlands bound
With amaranth flowers, which, in the clime's despite.
Filled the frore air with unaccustomed light.

Such flowers as in the wintry memory bloom

Of one friend left, adorned that frozen tomb.''

There is a passage in " Don Quixote," in which are depicted
some Spanish ladies clad like beautiful shepherdesses, except
that their bodices and petticoats were of fine brocade, theii
habits of rich golden tabby ; they wore their hair, which
rivalled the sun's rays in brightness, hanging loose about their
shoulders, and their heads were crowned with garlands of green
laurel and the scarlet blossoms of the amaranth interwoven.

The people of the Batta country, in Sumatra or Tamara,
when undisturbed by war, are said to lead a lazy, inactive life,
passing the day in playing on a kind of flute, crowned with
garlands of flowers, of which the Globe Amaranth is the
favourite. Moore notes this partiality in his ever-blooming
rhyme :

" Amaranths such as crown the maids
That wander through Tamara's shades."

Although the amaranths are chiefly natives of America, and
very few are supposed to grow naturally in Europe, yet Sir
William Jones speaks of them in terms that would imply that
they grew wild in Wales :

"Fair Tivy, how sweet are thy waves gently flowing,
Thy wild oaken woods and green eglantine bowers.
Thy banks with the blush-rose and amaranth glowing,
while friendship and mirth claim their labouiless hours."

Mandrake.

(RARITY.)

" The fleshly mandrake's stem,
That shrieks when plucked at night."

Moore.

OUR ancestors attributed all kinds of wonderful properties
to the Mandrake ; and, even now, in the countries of
which it is a native, it is deemed typical of all kinds of dread-
ful things. There appears to be, however, some little doubt
as to what plant the ancients really meant when they spoke
of the mandragora, and to which they ascribed such marvel-
lous virtues ; but, at all events, it is certain that the root that
passes under that name in England, and which — in order to
gratify the superstitious fancies of the ignorant — quacks con-
trive to contort into some resemblance to the human form, is
only the briony, the veritable emblem of rarity, growing no
nearer than the south of Europe.

Amongst Oriental races the mandrake, probably on account
of its foetid odour and venomous properties, is regarded with
intense abhorrence ; the Arabs, Richardson says, call it " the
devil's candle," because of its shiny appearance in the night ;
a circumstance thus alluded to by Moore in his "Lalla Rookh:"

" Such rank and deadly lustre dwells.
As in those hellish fires that light
The mandrake's chamel leaves at night."

There is an old, deeply-rooted superstition connected with
this ominous plant, which we have reason to believe is not yet
altogether eradicated from the minds of the uneducated, that
the mandrake grows up under the gallows, being nourished by
the exhalations from executed criminals ; and that when it is
pulled out of the ground it utters lamentable cries, as if pos-
sessed of sensibility :

245 Mandrake.

" The phantom shapes — oh, touch them not —
That appal the murderer's sight,
Lurk in the fleshly mandrake's stem,
That shrieks when pluck'd at night. "

So says Moore in verse, only repeating what many have said
gravely in prose.

Another terrible quality imputed to this wretched plant was
that the person pulling it out of the ground would be seriously
injured by its pestilential effects, some even averring that
death speedily resulted from them ; in order, therefore, to
guard against this danger, the surrounding soil was removed,
and the plant fastened securely to a dog, so that when the
animal was driven away he drew up the root, and paid the
penalty of the deed.

Speedwell.

(FIDELITY.)
" Those floweis of an azure as pure as the sky.'

Axon.

THESE beautiful little symbols of fidelity are sometimes
called by their older name of Veronica, an abridgment
of Vera-icon, an appellation compounded out of Latin and
Greek, and signifying true image. This singular designation
of the Speedwell arose from one of those quaint semi-religious
superstitions of the middle ages, with which European tra-
ditionary literature has been so deeply imbued. The legend
records that the handkerchief of St. Veronica received the
impression of the Saviour's face, as He used it to wipe away
the perspiration from His countenance when bearing His cross
to the place of crucifixion; and from some fancied resemblance
in the blossom of this flower to the sacred relic, it was named
after its sainted owner. The flowers of the speedwell are
flesh-coloured, white, or blue, but the latter hue is most ad-
mired. The lovely lit<"le blue Rock Speedwell is frequently
called forget-me-not, but has no real claim to that memorable
title : it is probably the hopeful-looking little floweret which
Germans are so fond of planting upon graves, and to which
these lines refer:

" Meet offerings they are to the kind and the good,

Those flowers of an azure as pure as the sky ;
And these are they gathered in mournfiillest mood.

Or planted and tended with many a sigh.
Where friendship reposes, or love is asleep.

Their beauty is decking the lowly green sod ;
While heart-stricken mourners come hither to weep.

Over her who has left them to rise to her God."

The Germander Speedwell is a native of Europe and Japan.
" Few of our wild flowers," remarks Mr. Martyn, " can vie in

253 Speed well.

elegance and beauty with this. In May and June every hedge-
bottom and grassy slope is adorned with it." Were these the
beaming little blossoms that Shelley mentally beheld when he
sang:

" Where, like an infant's smile over the dead,
A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread"?

But these bright blue emblems are not meant merely for
fidelity to our departed dear ones. They are given us to love,
admire, and make use of, to typify our feelings towards a nearer
one and a dearer one than all other ; and as such, fair reader,
may you sincerely present and accept them.

Narcissus.

(SELF-LOVE.)

THE white or poetical Narcissus is aptly adopted as the
florigrapliical sign of egotism, inasmuch as, according to
the mythologists, it owes its origin to a beautiful youth of
Bceotia, of whom it had been foretold that he should live
happily until he beheld his own face. One day, when heated
by the chase, Narcissus sought to quench his thirst in a stream;
in so doing he beheld the reflection of his own lovely features,
of which he immediately became enamoured, and, doubtless
as a retribution for having slighted the charms of the nymph
Echo, the conceited lad was spellbound to the spot, where he
pined to death, and was metamorphosed by the gods into the
flower that now bears his name. When the Naiads had la-
mentingly prepared the funeral pile for the beautiful youth,
tois body was missing ;

" Instead whereof a yellow flower was found,
With tufts of white about the button crown'd ;"

and ever since is seen

" Narcissus fa:',
As o'er the fabled fountain hanging still."

The poetic Narcissus has a snow-white flower, with a yellow
cup in the centre, fringed on the border with a brilliant crimson
circlet. It is sweet-scented, and flowers in May. The cup in
the centre is supposed to contain the tears of the ill-fated
Narcissus, Keats terms it "a lovely flower :"

" A meek and forlorn flower, with nought of pride."

And Shelley gives it yet kinder and more flattering words in
his description of the various flowers growing with the sensi-
tive plant : in that terrestrial garden grew

" The pied wind flowers and the tulip tall,
/ And Narcissi, the fairest among them all,

Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess.
Till they die at their own dear loveliness."

Daffodil.

(UNREQUITED LOVE.)

'"T^HE yellow-coloured species of the Narcissus is generally
J. known as the Daffodil, and by this cognomen the beau-
teous flower is more frequently addressed by the poets. By the
early writers it was regarded as a member of the lily family,
and it has even been conjectured that its name is nothing but
a corruption of Dis's lily, as it is supposed to be the flower
that dropped from Pluto's chariot when he was carrying off
Proserpine to the infernal regions. Jean Ingelow, in the beau-
tiful poem of " Persephone," thus introduces this flower into a
resuscitation of the antique fable :

" She stepped upon Sicilian grass, " What ailed the meadow that it shook?

Demeter's daughter fresh and fair. What ailed the air of Sicily ?

A child of light, a radiant lass, She Wondered by the brattling brook,

And gamesome as the morning air. And trembled with the trembling lea.

The daffodils were fair to see, ' The coal-black horses rise — they rise :

They nodded lightly on the lea. O mother, mother!' low she cries.
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" Lo ! one she marked of rarer growth " ' O light, light ! ' she cries, ' farewell ;

Than orchis or anemone ; The coal-black horses wait for me.

For it the maiden left them both, O shade of shades, where I must dwell,

And parted from her company. Demeter, mother, far from thee !

Drawn nigh, she deemed it fairer still. Oh, fated doom that I fulfil !

And stooped to gather by the riU Oh, fateful flower beside the rill !

The daffodil, the daffodU. The daffodil, the daffodil ! ' "

Chaucer, the fountain-head of English poetry, alludes to this
story in his quaint old language, and Shakspeare, who had a
loving word for all things lovely, introduces it into his "Winter's
Tale," in this exquisite manner:

" O Proserpina,
For the flowers now that, frighted, thou lett'st fall
From Dis's wagon : daffodils
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty."

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The daffodil was a great favourite with many of the Eliza-
bethan poets, who have left several laudatory verses upon its
charms ; but the most admired — and deservedly so — appears
to be Herrick's sweet address to daffodils:

" Fair daffodils, we weep to see " We have short time to stay as ye.

Ye haste away so soon; We have as fleet a Spring,

As yet the early-rising sun As quick a growth to meet decay

Has not attained his noon : As you or anything :

Stay, stay. We die

Until the hastening day As your hours do, and dry

Has run Away,

But to the even-song, Like to the Summer's rain,

And, having prajr'd together, we Or as the pearls of morning's dew.

Will go with ye along. Ne'er to be found again."

Ancient writers did not omit to pay this sweet flower its due
meed of praise, although, on account of its narcotic properties,
they regarded it as the emhlemoi deceit ; for, although as Homer
assures us, it delights heaven and earth with its odour and
beauty, yet, at the same time, it produces stupor and even death.
It was consecrated to the Eumenides, Ceres, and Proserpine,
therefore Sophocles calls it the garland of the great goddesses ;
and Pluto, by the advice of Venus, employed it to entice Pro-
serpine to the lower world.

Virgil speaks of the cup of this flower as containing the
tears of Narcissus, and Milton, ever ready for a classic allu-
sion, bids

" Daffodils fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureat hearse where Lycid lies."

Amongst Eastern races the daffodil is much esteemed, the
Persians designating it "the golden," and the Turks "the
golden bowl."

The Jonquil, another flowering bulb of the Narcissi family,
was originally imported into England from Constantinople. It
is held as an emblem of desire by the Turks, a people of whose
floral language such an interesting account is contained in the
fascinating letters of Lady Mary Wortley Montague.

(A

Iris.

MESSAGE.)

THE Iris, typical of a message, claims the whole world as
her country, different members of the family dwelling in
every quarter of the globe. Some of the species have very large
flowers, and, from their colours being very vivid, and several
uniting in the same blossom, are extremely showy. The Per-
sian Iris is the most esteemed for the beauty and fragrance of
its flowers : a few of them will perfume a whole room. Their
colours are a mixture of pale sky-blue, purple, yellow, and
sometimes white. It is from their brilliant and diversified hues,
resembling those of the rainbow, that they have been named
after the messenger of the gods. It is well known that the fair
Iris was the bearer of good news only.

The Chalcedonian Iris has also very large flowers, and is
deemed the most magnificent of them all ; but the petals are
very thin, and hang in a kind of slatternly manner, making
it appear to some persons less handsome than others which
are smaller. This flower is termed by old writers the Turkish
Flower-de-L uce.

The common Yellow Iris is generally called the Flag. This,
and several of its kindred, have valuable medicinal and mer-
cantile uses, whilst the seeds are the best substitute for coffee
hitherto discovered. The juice is sometimes used as a cosmetic
for removing freckles, and a most lovely colour for painting is
prepared from its blossom.

Many of the African kinds of this flower, Mr. Martyn tells
us, " are eaten both by men and monkeys."

Although the iris is not deemed a lily, the French have given
it the name of one : it is the veritable J?^«r-rff-/w which figured
in the former arms of France.

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The conjectured origin of this name is thus detailed by the
Abbe la Pluche in his "Spectacle de la Nature:"

The upper part of one leaf of the lily, when fully expanded,
and the two contiguous leaves, beheld in profile, have a faint
likeness to the top of the flower-de-luce; so that the original
flywer-de-luce, which often appears in the crowns and sceptres
in the monuments of the first and second races of kings, was
most probably a composition of these three leaves. Lewis VII.
engaged in the second crusade ; distinguished himself, as was
customary in those times, by a particular blazon, and took this
figure for his coat of arms ; and as the common people gene-
rally contracted the name of Lewis into " Luce," it is natural
to imagine that this flower was, by corruption, distinguished in
process of time by the name oi flower-de-Luce.

Some antiquarian Dryasdusts object to this floral origin of
the French arms, and are of opinion they represent three toads,
and that these, becoming odious to the people, were gradually
transmogrified into the lilies of France !

The German peasantry are fond of cultivating z. fleur-de-lis,
sometimes called Iris Germanica, on the roofs of their cottages.
In alluding to this custom, in an old "Language of Flowers," it
is stated that " when the wind waves its beautiful flowers, and
the sun gilds their petals, tinged with gold, purple, and azure,
it looks as if light flames were playing on the top of those
rustic dwellings."

The flag is prettily pictured by Charlotte Smith as

"Amid its waving swords, in flaming gold
The iris towers."

This plant is spoken of in Exodus as affording a hiding-
place for the infant Moses ; but it is impossible to decide upon
its identity with the common English flag, to which Shakspeare
and many of our older poets so frequently advert in their
writings.

The fleur-de-lis, deemed typical of a flame, or as denoting
"I burn" is thus beautifully presented by the author of "Christ's
Victorie :"

" The flowers-de-luce and the round sparks of dew
That hung upon their azure leaves, did show
Like t^vinkliIlg Eta.rs that sparkle in the evening blue."

5f^m:^^

Violet.

(MODESTY.)
"The violet is for modesty."

Burns.

VIOLETS, considered by some, including Scotia's shepherd
bard, typical of modesty, by others are deemed emble-
matic oi faithfulness ; and the latter have the support of one
of Shakspeare's contemporary poets :

"Violet is for faithfulness,
Which in me shall abide ;
Hoping likewise that from your heart
You will not let it slide."

The rank which this timid little blossom holds in floral
caligraphy is a very exalted one ; indeed, the rose excepted,
there is not a flower that "tolls its perfume on the passing air,"
which is so generally admired and belauded. From Homer
down to Tennyson, not a famous poet but has linked its
sweetness with his own, and many are the lovely ideas its
beauty and fragrance have suggested.

" The violet was as proud a device of the Ionic Athenians,"
says a well-known author, " as the rose of England and the
lily of France. In all seasons it was to be seen exposed for
sale in the market-place at Athens, the citizens being success-
ful in rearing it in their gardens even when the ground was
covered with snow."

These Greeks, who peopled the petals of every blossom and
the ripples of every rill with the graceful offspring of their
fancy, designated this floweret Ion, which name some enter-
prising etymologists believe to be a derivation of la, the
daughter of Midas and the betrothed of Atys, whom, they say,
to conceal her from Apollo, Diana transformed into a violet.
Other mythological accounts state that Jupiter caused the first

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sweet violets to spring from the earth as food for persecuted
lo, whilst she was hiding, under the form of a white heifer, from
the fury of Juno.

Others derive the origin of its name from, the word via, a
"wayside," whence its perfume often greets the wanderer.
Lorenzo de Medici, in a sonnet addressed to Venus, suggests
that the admired flowerling sprang from her empurpled blood ;
but we know not what authority he had beyond the usual
licence of poets for thus tampering with classic fable.

The Latin race did not neglect this minstrel's darling ; and
it has been remarked that if the far-famed roses of Paestuni,
which bloomed twice in the year, and of which " now a Virgil,
now an Ovid sang," did arrest the voyager on his course by their
delicious odours, those odours might also have received some
of their sweetness from these flowers; for those gardens of
Paestum equally boasted of their violets ; " which," as Rogers
says in a note to a passage in his " Pleasures of Memory,"
" were as proverbial as the roses, and mentioned by Martial.''
How changed is that renowned place ! All that now remains
of its ancient glory are its flowers, and still

"The air is sweet with violets running wild,
'Mid broken sculptures and fallen capitals."

The Romans, who much used a wine made from the violets,
seemed to think that they could never have enough of its per-
fume ; and they are censured by Horace for neglecting their
fruitful olive-groves for beds of violets, myrtles, and " all the
wilderness of sweets."

The poetry, the romance, and the scenery of many a clime
is closely associated with this enthralling floweret : it is found
in almost all parts of the world, and even in Persia — "the
garden of Gul " — it disputes the palm of supremacy with the
rose. It is supposed to have been discovered first in Europe,
but now perfumes the songs of all literatures and the gardens
of all cilmes. Apart from its beauty and fragrance, it is highly
esteemed for its medicinal virtues, and the finest sherbet of the
Mahommedans is said to be concocted of violets and sugar.
Lane gives his testimony to the delicious flavour of this drink,
and Tavernier says that it is drunk by the Grand Signer himself

One tradition asserts that Mahomet said, " The excellence

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of the extract of violets above all other extracts is as the ex-
cellence of me above all the rest of the creation : it is cold in
summer, and it is hot in winter ;" whilst another legend hath
that " the excellence of the violet is as the excellence of El
Islam above all other religions."

Arabic and Persian poets oft and o'er pluck similes from the
petals of this perfumed blossom. Ebu Abrumi, an Arabian
poet, uses a very trite comparison when he likens blue eyes
weeping to violets bathed in dew. Amongst our English poets
who have illustrated this image is Elizabeth Browning :

" Dear violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you
Without a thought disloyal. "

And in the following lines on a faded violet, Shelley embodies
the same pretty fancy :

" The colour from the flower is gone,

Which like thy sweet eyes smil'd on me ;
The odour from the flow'r is flown,
Which breathed of thee, and only thee 1

" A wither'd, lifeless, vacant form.
It lies on my abandoned breast.
And mocks the heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.

" I weep — my tears revive it not ;

I sigh — it breathes no more on me ;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be."

The same poetic comparison is employed by Shakspeare in
the " Winter's Tale : "

"Violets dim.
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath."

The frequent allusions made to " the nodding violet " by the
great dramatist causes it to be regarded as his favourite flower;
and that, in the eyes of many, will not be one of its slightest
charms. There is no more exquisite passage in the whole
range of English poesy than that in " Twelfth Night," where
the Uuke, listening to plaintive music, desires

" That strain again ; it had a dying fall :
Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet South,
Tiiat breathes upon a bank of violets.
Stealing and giving odour."

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Many are the passages in which the bard of Avon employs
his beloved flower as the type of modesty and maidenhood.
Indeed, poets are continually using this retiring blossom to
emblemize those qualities.

" Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in Summer's ray,"

says the author of " Lalla Rookh." Keats delighted to paint

little secluded sylvan bowers "where violet-beds were nestling;"

and the following lines, by the Rev. John Moultrie, give a pretty

picture of the sort of place where these sweet flowers may be

found :

" Under the green hedges after the snow.
There do the dear little violets grow.
Hiding their modest and beautiful heads
Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds.

" Sweet as the roses, and blue as the sky,
Down there do the dear little violets lie.
Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen ;
By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been."

Bernard Barton, in " Poetic Vigils," speaks of the " unob-
trusive worth and meek content" of these modest blossoms,
prompting them to bless the passer-by with fragrance, and in
mute eloquence express their timid thoughts. In her " Gossip
with a Bouquet," Mrs. Sigourney first addresses herself to "you,
meek violet, with your eyes of blue." The venerable and vene-
rated Barry Cornwall, whose beautiful lyrics are sweet as the
hopes of youth and the memories of old age, has continually
expressed his love for " violets, whose looks are like the skies,"
and in the following stanza even assigns it the first rank in
Flora's fragrant Court :

" The king told Gyges of the purple flower ;

It chanced to be the flower the boy liked most :
It has a scent as though Love, for its dowei.

Had on it all his odorous arrows tost ;
For though the rose has more perfuming power.

The violet — ^haply 'cause 't is almost lost.
And takes us so much trouble to discover —
Stands first with most, but always with a lover."

This same delicate poet, whose sonrs seem almost too sweet
for singing, has favoured us with this fairy lyric to the violet :

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26o Violet.

" I love all things the seasons bring,
AU buds that open, birds that sing,

All hues from white to jet ;
AU the sweet words that Summer sends
When she recalls her flowery friends,
But chief— the violet.

-'I love — how much I love! — the rose.
On whose soft lips the south wind blows

In pretty, amorous threat ;
The lily paler than the moon.
The odorous, wondrous world of June,

Yet more— the violet 1

" She comes, the first, the fairest thmg
That Heaven upon the earth doth fling,

Ere Winter's star has set :
She dwells behind her leafy screen.
And gives, as angels give, unseen,

So, love — the violet.

"What modest thoughts the violet teaches,
What gracious boons the violet preaches,

Bright maiden, ne'er forget !
But learn, and love, and so depart.
And sing thou, with thy wiser heart,
' Long live the violet !' "

Quaint old Paracelsus, who has been so much misunderstood,
not only by his own, but by many successive generations of
scoffers, once propounded a division of plants according to
their particular odours, and presuming the possibility of such
an arrangement, few, if any, flowers could claim a higher place
than the modest violet.

It has been justly remarked that if we miss in our native
plants something of the gorgeousness of more tropical flowers,
we are more than compensated by the variety and delicacy of
their perfume : the scented airs floating over a fragrant " bank
of violets, stealing and giving odour," would amply repay the
loss of all the gaudy floral treasures of the vaunted tropics.

At the floral games instituted at Toulouse, in 1323, by a
lady named Clemence Isaure, whilst the gallant troubadours
were in the heyday of their glory, a golden violet — "the
glorious flower which bore the prize away " — was the recom-
pence annually awarded to the author of the best poem. The
fair founder of the renowned pastimes is represented as sending,
during a weary imprisonment, her chosen flower, the violet, to
her knight, that he might wear the emblem of her constancy.

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These games, discontinued during the French Revolution, were
revived in 1808, and, although necessarily shorn of much of
their ancient glory, are still celebrated with considerable splen-
dour: they attained their 5 58th anniversary this year.

" The Golden Violet " prize was the theme of one of poor
L. E. L.'s pathetic stories. She tells us she deemed that

"No flowers grew in the vale.
Kissed by the dew, wooed by the gale —
None by the dew of the twilight wet,
So sweet as the deep blue violet."

And expresses the wish that

" When the grave shall open for me —
I care not how soon that time may be-
Never a rose shall grow on that tomb,
It breathes too much of hope and bloom;
But there be that flower's meek regret.
The bending and deep blue violet. ''

Whilst the first Napoleon was in exile, this little blossom
was adopted by his followers as an emblem : he was styled
Le Pkre la Violette, and a small bunch of violets hung up in
the house, or worn by a Frenchman, denoted the adherence of
the wearer to his fallen chieftain's caiise.

The White Violet, which is not invariably scentless, as is
sometimes erroneously presumed, is emblematic of candour,
although some authors adopt it as the representative of inno-
cence.

Caroline Bowles, speaking of various sorts of violets growing
in her garden, says,

" The more fragrant white,
E'en from that very root, in many a patch
Extended wide, still scents the garden round."

" The primrose

Primrose.

(YOUTH.)

I will pu', the firstling of the year."

BUKNS.

THE Primrose, emblematical oi youth, has received innu-
merable deservedly warm encomiums from our poets,
but none sweeter than those popular lines of Robert Herrick:

" Ask me why I send you here " Ask me why this flower doth show

This firstling of the infant year; So yellow, green, and sickly too;

Ask me why I send to you Ask me why the stalk is weak

This primrose all bepearl'd with dew ; And bending, yet it doth not break ;

I stiaight will whisper in your ears, I must tell you, these discover

The sweets of love are wash'd with What doubts and fears are in a lover."
tears.

This pretty lyric is only one out of many which go to prove
that their quaint old bard was not altogether unacquainted
with the natural language of flowers. Shakspeare, who was
as conversant with this florigraphical system as he was with
every other mode of exciting human interest, thus daintily
introduces this delicate blossom into his pathetic drama of
" Cymbeline," as typical of the youthful dead :

" With fairest flowers,
Whilst Summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
1 '11 sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose."

Again, in the "Winter's Tale," the grand dramatist still
more explicitly portrays his knowledge of its symbolic cha-
racter:

" The pale primroses,
That die unmarried ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength."

Milton also styles this vernal bloom " the pale primrose." It
has already been seen described by Herrick as " the firstling

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of spring ;" thus also does Burns term it in " The Posie," and
thus also did Linnaeus appropriately name it in his botanical
system; whilst in his native Swedish it is known as Maj-nycklar,
or the " key of May." Its English appellation is derived from
primus — " the first " — and happily expresses one of its charms.
If we value the autumn flowers because they are the last,
because they are soon to leave us, still more do we delight to
welcome the blossoms of spring.

This fragile flower is known classically as Paralisos, and was
thus styled in commemoration of a youth so named, who pined
away with grief for the loss of his betrothed, Melicerta, and
was metamorphosed into

" The rathe primrose that, forsaken, dies."

There are many varieties of the wild primrose of our island
which are not pale-coloured. In the northern counties is often
found the Bird's-eye Primrose, lilac hued and musky scented ;
and in Scotland there is a species of a purple nearly as deep-
hued as the garden auricula. Of course, the best known and
most beloved blossom is the Sulphur-coloured Primrose. It is
tlie primrose: it it is, which we associate with cowslips and
the meadows; it it is, which shines like an earth-star from the
grass by the brook-side, lighting the hand to pluck it. We do
indeed give the name of primrose to the other flowers, but we do
this in courtesy. We feel that they are not the primroses of our
youth; not the primroses with which we have played at bo-peep
in the woods ; not the irresistible primroses which have so often
lured our young feet into the wet grass, and procured us
coughs and chidings. There is a sentiment in flowers ; there
are flowers we cannot look upon, or even hear named, without
recurring to something that has an interest in our hearts : such
are the primrose, the May-flower, and the daisy.

Yes ! such a blossom is this, of which Isaak Walton once
beautifully remarked, " When I last sat on this primrose-bank,
and looked down these meadows, I thought of them as Charles
the Emperor did of Florence, that they were too pleasant to
be looked on but only on holidays !"

It is wonderful how strong is the affection entertained for
those flowers

" That dwell beside our paths and homes,''

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by emigrants on foreign shores. Disregarding the gorgeous
blooms that flaunt their m.agnificence around them, Britons,
sojourning in those golden climes wearily sigh for the humble
blossoms that scent the fields of their native land. Who does
not remember the tremendous excitement that took place in
Australia upon the arrival of the first primrose from old Eng-
land .'' What conflicting emotions must its pallid petals have
aroused in the bosoms of many of its beholders ! what mingled
feelings of pleasure and pain ! what thoughts of the bygone
j'outh passed in the far-away natal isle, must have been stirred
up under the seeming calmness of those bronzed countenances!
Who amongst those dwellers in that distant clime but would
willingly have purchased the fragile flowerling with the loss of
the most- superb member of Australia's floral family !

Englishmen strive not only to carry their manners and
customs with them wherever they go, but many of them even
try to give to surrounding nature a look of home — sweet home —
by planting native flowers and shrubs in the neighbourhood of
their dwellings. Sir John Hobhouse is said to have discovered
an Englishman's residence on the shores of the Hellespont by
the character of the surrounding plants. It is observed that an
Anglo-Indian, in the midst of all his Oriental magnificence,
deems a root of primroses or a tuft of British violets one of the
highest luxuries attainable.

How tenderly does the great Lord Bacon, in his quaintly
beautiful " Essay on Gardening," recommend these gentle
flowers, " for they are sweet, and prosper in the shade," a quality
which Mayne also notices in them:

" The primrose, tenant of the glade,
Emblem of virtue in the shade. "

It has been observed of poor Clare that his poems are as
thickly strewn with primroses as the woodlands themselves.
In his "Village Minstrel" he sings:

" Oh, who can speak his joys when Spring's young mom
From wood and pasture oppned on his view,
When tender green buds bUish upon the thorn,
And the first primrose dips his leaves in dew !

" And while he plucked the primrose in its pride,
lie pondered o'er its bloom 'tween joy and pain;
And a rude sonnet in its praise he tried,

Where nature's simple way the aid of art supplied."

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In another portion of his artless verse he tells, how, as a
child, he rambled o'er the fields for flowers, and

" Robbed every primrose-root I met,
And ofttimes got the root to set ;
And joyful home each nosegay bore;
And felt — as I shaiJ feel no more. "

In the following lines the old poet, Browne, associates this
flower with a scene of rustic idle thoughtlessness :

" As some wayfaring man, passing a wood,
Goes jogging on, and in his mind nought hath.
But how the primrose finely strews the patli,"

And the sketch is suggestive of Wordsworth's oft-quoted
idea, in "Peter Bell:"

" A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more."

To Mrs. Heman's ever-faithful muse, however, we must turn
for a full description of this offspring of the youthful year, and
of its favourite haunts :

" I saw it in my evening walk, " And then, methought, viith bashful pride

A little lonely flower ; She seemed to sit and look

Under a hollow bank it grew, On her own maiden loveliness.

Deep in a mossy bower. Pale imaged in the brook.

" An oak's gnarl'd root to roof the cave " No other flower, no rival grew
With gothic fretwork sprang, Beside my pensive maid ;

1\'hence jewell'd fem, and arum-leaves, She dwelt alone, a cloister'd nun.
And ivy garlands hung. In solitude and shade.

" And close beneath came sparkling out " No ruffling wind could reach her thers;

From an old tree's fallen shell No eye, methought, but mine,

A little rill that dipt about Or the young lambs that came to drink,

The lady in her cell. Had spied her secret shrine.

" And there was pleasantness to me
In such belief — cofd eyes
That shght dear Nature's loveluiess.
Profane her mysteries. "

Daisy.

(INNOCENCE.)

" Whose white investments figure innocence."

Shakspeare.

THE flower which, next to the rose, appears to have re-
ceived the most attention from the poets is the Daisy.
It may seem strange that a Httle scentless floweret hke this
should have obtained so many plaudits ; but Montgomery
most probably guesses the real cause of its popularity when
he sings

*' The rose has but a Summer reign ;
The daisy never dies."

Formerly "the poet's darling" was termed the "e'e of dale,"
and under that name Chaucer speaks of it; by the time the
Elizabethan school arose, it was known as the "day's eye,"
from which title to its present appellation the transition was
easy.

This little "silver shield" is known to the French as Mar-
guerite, or "the pearl;" and at the banquet given in celebra-
tion of the marriage of Charles the Bold of Burgundy witli the
Princess Margaret of England, its name allowed it to be made
use of to pay a very pretty compliment to the princely pair.
Amongst other clever automata introduced upon the occasion
was a large unicorn, bearing on its back a leopard, emblema-
tical of the supporters of the two nations: the latter animal
held in one claw the standard of Engjand, and in the other a
daisy, or Marguerite. After the toy had gone the round of
the tables, one of the stewards took the little blossom from
the leopard's claw, and presented it, with a laudatory address,
to the royal bridegroom.

According to the classic account, this little flower owed its

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origin to Belides, one of the dryads, the nymphs who presided
over woodlands. It is fabled that whilst this damsel was dancing
with her favoured suitor, Ephigeus, she attracted the attention
of Vertumnus, the guardian deity of orchards ; and it was in
order to shelter her from his pursuit that she was transformed
into BceIUs, or the daisy. In Macpherson's exquisite rendering
of Ossian, there is a passage of great beauty, wherein a yet
more celestial origin is assigned to this nestling of nature.
The grand old Gaelic poet feigns that the daisy was first sown
above a baby's grave by the dimpled hands of infantine angels.
Wordsworth, in some fine verses to the daisy, tells us how
he did " sit at ease and weave a web of similes," and call by
" many a fond and idle name" this tiny twinkling earth-star;
he compares it to

" A nun demure, of lowly port, " A little Cyclops, with one eye,

Or sprightly maiden of Love's court. Staring to threaten and defy ;

In thy simplicity the sport That thought comes next — and instantly

Of all temptations ; The freak is over.

" A queen in crovm of rubies dress'd ; " The shape will vanish, and behold !

A starveling in a scanty vest ; A silver shield with boss of gold.

Are all, as seem to suit thee best, That spreads itself, some fairy bold

Thy appellations. In fight to cover."

Many other poets have likened the daisy to various other
sweet things — real and ideal. In France, lovers, who evi-
dently believe with poor L. E. L. that " flowers were made for
Love's interpreters," use it for the prognostication of their fu-
ture lot, in the following manner : gathering a daisy, they com-
mence plucking its leaflets off, saying with each one, " Does
he love me .' — a little — much — passionately — not at all !" and
as the floret decides, such will be the lot of the experimen-
talist. In England the marygold, and in Germany the star-
flower or aster, is generally used for a similar purpose.

"The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air," remarks
Robert Burns, in "The Posie," of which collection of floral
emblems Professor Wilson states that Meleager's " Heliodora's
Garland " is a prototype, so true is it that there is nothing new
under the sun.

In the days of chivalry, a knight, when an accepted lover,
was permitted by his ladye faire to engrave a daisy upon his
arms ; but when the damsel would not give an " ay" or a " nay "

268 Daisy.

to his suit, but rather preferred to "tarry longer in love's
flowery way," she wreathed her head with a coronet of wild
daisies, to intimate that she would think of it.

A young poetess of considerable promise, and to whose un-
timely death we have already had occasion to allude, on the
last time she ever used her pen, composed the following affect-
ing address to daisies :

'• Thick set the English daisies grow,
Tlie close fresh turf between ;
On breezy downs, on meadows low,
In lawns, upon the banked hedgerow,
Star-white, 'mid pastures green.

" Daisies that flower in gardens neat.

And archly gay and bright,

Outvie with cultured prirri conceit

Their paler sisters, wild and sweet,

Witli blossoms red and white.

" Braving in the young year tl^e rains
And cold, with gentle duty.
Daisies they wait for Summer gains,
And win them — nought of Spring remains,
Saving their simple beauty.

" Outliving all blue violet bands.

And ev'iy early comer,
Till children thread with sun-browned hands .
The daisy-chains from- flov/'ring lands

In the sunny days of Summer.

" Daisies, they live in deathless rhymes
'Mid songs by poets given ;
Nor blight nor Winter mar their chimes ;
Merrily live for future times,
fadeless as flower in heaven."

Ei.LA Ingram.

'Vte'S

Thistle.

(INDEPENDENCE.)
"The thistle shall bloom on the bed of the brave."

Anon.

AS the national emblem of Scotia, the Thistle has been
celebrated, far and wide, by the many bards of its
brave people. Some florigraphists have used this symbol of
independence as the representative of surliness, because the
motto — Nemo me impune lacessit, " Nobody molests me with
impunity " — is combined with the blossom of the thistle in the
decoration of the Scottish order named after this plant, as,
indeed, it is in all the national emblems.

The motto, however, is scarcely so appropriate for this token-
flower as it would be for some of its well-armed relatives, the
thistle which is really depicted upon the Scottish badges being
the Melancholy Thistle, a far less dangerous foe than others
of the family. There is some little doubt as to how this flower
was first adopted by the Scottish race, some patriotic authors
going back to the days of the Picts in order to trace the origin
of its use, and adducing a romantic legend in proof of the
antiquity of the custom. Be this as it may, the Plantagenets
were not prouder of the broom than were the Stuarts of their
thistle ; and princes of the royal house were wont to wear the
Cliias-au-pheidh, as it is called in Gaelic, with all the respect
that its presumed antique and honourable history entitled it
to. The poets of Scotland are ever ready to pay it homage,
and the following thoroughly characteristic poem, to be found
in Hogg's "Jacobite Relics," is supposed to have been written
by the Ettrick Shepherd himself :

" Let them boast of the country gave Patrick his fame,
Of the land of the ocean and Anglian name.

With the red blushing roses and shamrock so green;

270 Thistle.

Far dearer to me are the hills of the North,
The land of blue mountains, the birthplace of worth ;
Those mountains where Freedom has fixed her abode.
Those wide-spreading glens where no slave ever trode.
Where blooms the red heather and thistle so green.

" Though rich be the soil where blossoms the rose.
And barren the mountains and covered with snows

Where blooms the red heather and thistle so green ;
Yet for friendship sincere, and for loyalty true,
And for courage so bold which no foe could subdue,
Unmatched is our country, unrivall'd our swains.
And lovely and true are the nymphs on our plains,

Where rises the thistle, the thistle so green.

" Far-famed are our sires in the battles of ybre,
And many the caimies that rise on our shore

O'er the foes of the land of the thistle so green;
And many a caimie shall rise on our strand.
Should the torrent of war ever burst on our land.
Let foe come on foe, as wave comes on wave.
We '11 give them a welcome, we '11 give them a gra^-e

Beneath the red heather and thistle so green.

" Oh, dear to our souls as the blessings of Heaven
Is the freedom we boast, is the land that we live in.

The land of red heather, and thistle so green ;
For that land and that freedom our fathers have bled,
And we swear by the blood that our fathers have shed.
No foot of a foe shall e'er tread on their grave ;
But the thistle shall bloom on the bed of the brave,

The thistle of Scotland, the thistle so green."

There appears to be no proof of this sturdy flower having'
been adopted as the symbol of Scotland earlier than the middle
of the fifteenth century, when a puritanic council held a solemn
consultation within the walls of the old Council-house at Edin-
burgh as to the advisability of erasing the papistic figure of St.
Giles — which for so many centuries had been triumphantly
borne through the battle and the breeze — from the old standard :
religious animosity gained the day, and the time-honoured
figure of the saint was replaced by the melancholy thistle.

Old Culpepper indulges in some of his usual quaint and
querulous humbug over this particular member of the thistle
family. "It is," he says, " under Capricorn, and therefore under
both Saturn and Mars : one rids melancholy by sympathy, the
other by antipathy. Their virtues are but few, but those are
not to be despised ; for the decoction of the thistle in wine being
drank, expels superfluous melancholy out of the body, and

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makes a man as merry as a cricket. Superfluous melancholy
causeth care, fear, sadness, despair, envy, and many more evils
besides; but religion teaches us to wait upon God's providence,
and cast our care upon Him that careth for us. What a fine
thing were it if men and women could live so ! and yet seven
years' care and fear makes a man never the wiser nor a farthing
the richer. Discorides saith, ' the root borne about one doth the
like, and removes all diseases of melancholy.' Modern writers
laugh at him; 'let them laugh that win;' my opinion is, that
it is the best remedy against all diseases that grow; they that
please may use it."

There ! after all, one may get a grain or two of corn out of
the old astrologer's chaff, despite his leaving us in doubt as
to whether laughter, or thistle-root, supplies his panacea. The
Spear Thistle has been termed the emblem of beneficence, be-
cause, says a botanical writer, "if a heap of clay be thrown
up, nothing would grow upon it for many years, were it not
that the seeds of this friendly plant, wafted thither by the
wind, speedily vegetate, and, throwing wide their deep green
leaves, which are cotton underneath and hairy above, form a
cover for lesser plants. Beautiful flowers soon mantle the
otherwise unsightly heap of clay; the small blue forget-me-
not, the mouse-ear hawkweed, one of the loveliest of ' Flora's
watches,' with her numerous relatives of wood and wall; the
eye-bright and wild bugle grow there profusely, as also many
a meek-eyed sister, who peeps from beneath the leaves of the
guardian thistle,"

The Lily.

(MAJESTY.)

ALTHOUGH this flower — dedicated to Juno, Queen of
Heaven — is generally deemed typical of majesty, there
are many varied meanings given to the numerous members of
its family, and such significations will be either pointed oi;t
separately under their respective headings, or will be found
altogether in their proper place at the end of this volume.

The Lily is held in high esteem by many for the frequency
with which it is alluded to in the Scriptures. The Jews enter-
tained a great admiration for its elegant form, which they
imitated in the decorations of their first magnificent Temple ;
and Christ Himself told them to " consider the lilies of the
field," describing them to His listeners as more glorious in their
unadorned simplicity than was their favourite monarch Solo-
mon, when arrayed in all his most gorgeous apparel. Horace
Smith thus avails himself of the text :

" 'Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory,

Arrayed,' the lilies cry, 'in robes like ours.'
How vain their grandeur ! ah, how transitory
Are human flowers ! "

The varieties of this graceful flower are extremely numerous,
although, according to the old fabulists, originally there was
only one kind of lily, and that was orange-coloured. They
give some marvellous stories to account for its many shapes
and tints, which, now-a-days, are as varied as are the hues of
the rainbow. One legend tells that Jove, being desirous of
rendering the infant Hercules immortal, caused Somnus to
prepare a nectareous sleeping-draught, which he administered
to Juno, who soon fell into a profound slumber. Whilst the
Mother of the Gods was in this condition, Jove placed the
babe to her breast, in order that it might imbibe the divine

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milk that would ensure its immortality. The little Hercules,
in his over-eagerness, drew the milk too quickly, and some
drops falling to the earth, the white lily, emblematical oi purity,
immediately sprang up.

Throughout Spain and Italy the ■white lily is emblematic ol
the Virgin's purity, and is frequently used to decorate her
shrine : in nearly every Catholic country it is especially dedi-
cated to her.

It is stated that the ladies upon the continent have held in
high favour, for many years, a certain cosmetic prepared from
the blossoms of this lily, and amongst Orientals it is cherished,
not only on account of its variety and beauty of colour, but
also for the sake of the exquisite perfume yielded by many
members of its species.

Moore, in " Lalla Rookh," finds occasion to deduce many
sweet similes from the lily tribe, and, amongst others, from the
glorious Persian Lily, celebrated for its gorgeous golden hue,
and from the Indian lotus, famous for its bright roseate tint.

The Victoria Regina, so named by Dr. Lindley in honour
of the Queen, may be considered as the most magnificent of
all lilies, if not, indeed, of all flowers. Its gorgeous, snowy,
blush-tinted blossoms attain four feet, and its enormous leaves
eighteen feet of circumference ! No typical meaning has as
yet been assigned to this suberb flower, doubtless from the
fact of its great size precluding all idea of its being used for
any human decorative purpose.

That the lily anciently grew in Egypt is testified by the
hieroglyphics, among which it appears. It was doubtless full
of meaning to those wise Egyptians, as it was to the ancients
generally. The fact of its hieroglyphical representation is
sufficient to prove this ; for these picture words are all
fraught with deep significance, although many of them are
hard to comprehend, the most learned diff'ering as to their
real import.

An heraldic work, published in France, gives the following
singular and interesting account of the lily as an emblem : It
is the symbol of divinity, of purity, of abundance, and of love ;
most complete in perfection, charity, and benediction ; as that
mirror of chastity, Susanna, is defined Susa, which signifies the
" lily-flower," the chief city of the Persians bearing that name

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274 The Lily.

for excellency. Hence the lily's three leaves, in the arms of
France, meaneth piety, justice, and charity. The following
pretty legend is related, and devoutly believed in, by the in-
habitants of the Hartz Mountains, of the night-blooming lily
of Lauenberg.

Beautiful Alice dwelt with her widowed mother in a small
cottage at the foot of the Hartz Mountains. Her principal
occupation was that of gathering forest straw — that is, the
foliage of- the pine and fir tribe, which is very much used in
certain parts of Germany as a stuffing for beds, &c. Thus was
the pretty maiden occupied when the lord of Lauenberg
Castle rode by. With wily words he extolled her looks, and
swore that she was too pretty a blossom to be hid in a peasant's
humble cot, and begged her to come and dwell in his lordly
castle, where she would have nothing to do but command, and
where all would obey her commands.

The simple girl was dazzled by the brilliant prospect, but,
true in her simplicity, flew to her mother, and related all that
had transpired. The terrified mother wept bitterly over her
darling's communication ; for too well she knew the character
of Lauenberg's dissolute baron. Hastily packing up her few
household treasures, she carried off" her wondering and sorrow-
ful child to the shelter of a neighbouring convent, within whose
sacred walls she believed poor Alice might rest in security.
Not long, however, had the simple country girl been immured
in the holy edifice laefore the enraged nobleman discovered her
retreat, and, determined to obtain his prey, assembled his
vassals, forced an entrance into the convent, and, seizing the
object of his licentious passion, bore her, half dead with dread,
to his castle.

On arriving, at midnight, in the garden in front of his em-
battled dwelling, he alighted with his senseless burden in his
arms ; but, as he attempted to enter the castle, the guardian
spirits of the place snatched the poor maiden out of his grasp,
and on the very spot where her feet had been, sprang up the
beautiful lily of Lauenberg.

The annual appearance of the lily at midnight is anxiously
looked forward to by the inhabitants of the Hartz, and many
of them are said to perform a nightly pilgrimage to see it,
returning to their homes overpowered with its dazzling beauty,

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and asserting that its splendour is so great that it sheds beams
of light on the valley below.

The following affecting sketch, in which the lily plays a
part, is given by Lady Herbert, in her "Impressions of Spain."
" In a cemetery near Seville is a very beautiful though simple
marble cross, on which is engraved these lines in Spanish:

' I believe in God ;
I hope for God ;
I love God.'

It is the grave of a poor boy, the only son of a widow. He
was not exactly an idiot, but what people call a natural. Good,
simple, humble, every one loved him; but no one could teach
him anything. . . He could remember nothing. In vain the
poor mother put him first at school, and then to a trade; he
could not learn. At last, in despair, she took him to a neigh-
bouring monastery, and implored the abbot, who was a most
charitable man, to take him in and treat him as a lay brother.
Touched by her grief, the abbot consented, and the boy entered
the convent. There all possible pains were taken by the monks
to give him at least some ideas of religion, but he could re-
member nothing but these three sentences. Still he was so
patient, so laborious, and so good, that the community decided
to keep him.

When he had finished his hard out-of-door work, instead of
coming in to rest, he would go straight to the church, and there
remain on his knees for hours. 'But what does he do.'' ex-
claimed one of the novices; 'he does not know how to pray.'
. . They therefore hid themselves in a side chapel, close to
where he came in. Devoutly kneeling, with clasped hands,
and his eyes fastened on the tabernacle, he did nothing buv
repeat over and over again, ' I believe in God; I hope for God,
I love God.' One day he was missing ; they went to his cell,
and found him dead on the straw, with his hands joined, and
an expression of the same ineffable peace and joy they had
remarked on his face when in the church. They buried him in
this quiet cemetery, and the abbot caused these words to be
graven on the cross. Soon a lily (emblem of innocence) was
seen flowering by the grave, whereon it had been sown: the
grave was opened, and the root of the flower was found in the
heart of the orphan boy."

MOONWORT.

(FORGETFULNESS.)

THIS flower is no less famed for the singularity of its
associated legends than for the quaintness of its names.
It is frequently called Honesty, which name is supposed to
have been given it because of the transparency of the partition
of the seed-vessel; it has been known as Silver-bloom and
Satin-flower, probably on account of the glossy and silvery
look of this seed-vessel. In France it is frequently called Herbe
aux Lunettes, from the fancied resemblance of this portion of
the plant to the oval glass of a pair of spectacles; and lastly,
it was formerly termed in England, and still is in many parts
of Europe, Lunaria, which is nothing more than a Latinized
form of Moonwort, the appellation by which it is now recog-
nized, and which, like all its many cognomens, is derived from
a peculiarity of the seed-vessel, the form of which is considered
to resemble that of the full moon.

This little lilac flower has for many generations been deemed
typical oi forgetfulness. Rene, Duke of Baraud-Lorraine, having
been taken prisoner at the battle of Toulongeon, is said to have
personally painted a sprig of moonwort, and to have had it con-
veyed to his vassals, as a reproach to them for their dilatoriness
in effecting his deliverance.

Culpepper, in his ridiculous old " Herbal," says, " Moonwort
is a herb which, they say, will open locks and unshoe such
horses as tread upon it : this some laugh to scorn, and those
no small fools neither; but country people that I know call it
' unshoe the horse.' Besides," adds the old rascal, " I have heard
commanders say, that on White Downs, in Devonshire, near
Tiverton, there were found thirty horse-shoes, pulled off" from
the Earl of Essex's horses, being there drawn up in a body,

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many of them being newly shod, and no reason known, which
caused much admiration [doubtless] ; and the herb described
usually grows upon heaths."

After such testimony, it cannot excite surprise that magical
properties were assigned to this plant ; thus Drayton says :

" Enchanting lunarie here lies,
In sorceries excelling."

Chaucer also alludes to its use in incantations, whilst other
ancient authors considered that amongst its virtues might be
reckoned the power of curing insanity.

The singular seed-vessels for which the plant is now chiefly
noticed, are frequently dried and preserved for use with ama-
ranths, xeranthemums, and other immortelles.

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The Crown Imperial.

(POWER.)

"This lily's height bespeaks command,
A fair, imperial flower ;
She seems designed for Flora's hand,
The sceptre of her power."

Anon.

THIS stately scion of the lily family is significant oi power.
The flowers are formed by ,a circle of tulip-shaped
corollas turned downwards, which have the appearance of so
many gay bells, the stigma answering for the clapper; the
whole is crowned by a coma or tuft of green leaves, which
gives to it a singular and agreeable effect. Each of the bells
contains some drops of water, which adhere to the bottom of
the corolla till it withers.

The French, who seem to pay delicate compliments by
instinct, have the following pretty little story appertaining to
florigraphy, in which this superb blossom plays a prominent
part : The Duke de Montausier was married to Mademoiselle
de Rambouillet on New Year's Day, 1634, and on the morning
of the bridal the duke placed upon the bride's dressing-table
a magnificently-bound book, on the vellum leaves of which
were painted from nature, by the most eminent native artists,
a series of all the most beautiful Ei:ropean flowers. Appro-
priate verses for each bloom were written by famous French
poets, and elaborately emblazoned on their respective pages.
The chief poem in the collection was contributed by Chapelain,
who chose the Crown Imperial Lily for his theme, representing
it as having sprung from the blood of Gustavus Adolphus when
he fell mortally wounded on the field of Liitzen. This was
intended more as a compliment to the bride than to the
Swedish hero, of whose character the lady was an intense ad-
mirer. This splendid wedding gift, which was named after its
fair recipient, "Julia's Garland," is said to have been sold at
the disposal of the Duke de la VaiUiere's effects in 1784, to
an Englishman, for upwards of ;^6oo.

A very rare member of this imperial family grows wild in
Britain. It is sometimes called the Mourning Widow.

Mignonette.

(YOUR QUALITIES SURPASS YOUR CHARMS.)

THE Mignonette, the " little darling " of our French neigh-
bours, has an extremely appropriate signification in
floral caligraphy, viz., your qualities surpass your cfiarms ; but
as it is very dubious as to how many of Eve's fair daughters
would now-a-days care to have so double-faced a compliment
paid them, it behoves all young would-be Benedicts to be wary
how, and to whom, they present the flowerling.

Said to have been introduced into England from Egypt little
more than a century ago, it has fraternized so well with our
climate that it may now be seen in every nook and corner of
the land, and is discovered scattering fragrance and floral re-
miniscences in the dirtiest of our alleys and the dingiest of our
city courts.

' ' Bland, fiagant flower ! from mom till eve " The artisan in attic pent.

That scents the Stmimer day The weaver at his loom,

To many a home, which but for thee The captive in his prison cell,

No flower would e'er survey. Each hail and bless thy bloom."

A celebrated gardener, speaking of this flower, and of the
dcUghtful odour which it diffuses, states that " as it grows more
readily in pots, its fragrance may be conveyed into the house.
Its perfume — ^though not so refreshing, perhaps, as that of the
sweetbriar — is not apt to offend the most delicate olfactories."
Offend, indeed ! one would think not ! Why, the great Lin-
nxus himself compared its fragrance to the scent of heavenly
ambrosia ! As for growing it in pots, people are not contented
with that, and it is more frequently seen cradled in the sun's
golden light in boxes occupying the whole length of the

window : • < The sashes fronted with a range

Of the fragrant weed.
The Frenchman's darling ; "

or, as that gallant nation, more courteous than Cowper, the
author of those words, frequently name it, the " love flower."
Ah ! 't was not given to every poet " to win the secret of a
weed's plain heart," as Lowell sweetly sings.

Ash.

(GRANDEUR.)

" All know that in the woods the ash reigns queer.,
In graceful beauty soaring to the sky."

Garcilasso.

OF all known trees, the Ash is most noted for its manifold
mythological and classic associations in non-botanical
works; and in its legendary connections, it is .so frequently
confounded with the mountain-ash, or rowan-tree, that, de-
spite their not being in any way related, their merits must be
here taken in conjunction.

In the Scandinavian " Edda " this tree fills a very important
post : it is therein stated that the Court of the Gods is held
under a mighty ash, the summit of which reaches the heavens,
the branches overshadow the whole earth, and the roots pene-
trate to the infernal regions. Upon the summit of this Norse
" cloud-tree," perches an eagle, overlooking and observant of
all creation ; to this exalted bird a squirrel is continually
ascending in order to acquaint it with such things as may
have escaped its notice. Round its mighty trunk are twined
serpents ; and from its roots issue two fountains, in one of
which is concealed wisdom, and in the other, a knowledge of
futurity. Three attendant maidens are constantly sprinkling
the leaves of this tree with water from the mystic fountains,
and this water, falling to the earth in the shape of dew, pro-
duces honey.

This marvellous old allegory boasts of impenetrable an-
tiquity, and writers trace its origin back into the misty times
of the somewhat mythical Aryan race.

According to the Norse tradition, it was out of the wood ot
the ash that man was first formed ; and it is another curious
proof in behalf of the common origin of all literatures, both

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sacred and secular, that we find similar fables existing amongst
the Greeks. Hesiod deduces his brazen race of men from the
ash, the tree generally deemed by his countrymen an image
of the clouds and the mother of men.

It is considered that the Christmas-tree of the Germans,
recently imported into this country, originated in this myth-
ical ash.

The knowledge that the Druids evinced a great veneration
for the mountain-ash is almost sufficient explanation of the
many superstitious observances with which it is still connected
in Great Britain, there being little doubt that the chief portion
of such rustic ceremonies are only the remnants of Druidic
customs. It has been observed that a stump of this tree is
often discovered within or near the circle of a Druid temple,
whose rites were formerly practised beneath its sacred shade.

Lightfoot remarks that in these Druidic circles in North
Britain, this tree is discovered more frequently than any other,
and that, even now, pieces of it are carried about by supersti-
tious people in the belief that it will preserve them from the
powers of witchcraft. The same writer also remarks that in
many parts of the Highlands of Scotland, when a child is born,
the nurse inserts one end of a green stick of this tree into the
fire, and while it is burning, gathers in a spoon the juice which
oozes forth at the other end, and administers it to the new-
born infant as its first spoonful of food.

Ancient writers of many lands allude to the supposed respect
or dread entertained by serpents for the ash. Pliny states that
if a serpent be partially surrounded by a fire, and partly by
ashen twigs, it will prefer to run through the fire to passing
over the pieces of ash. Respecting this fallacy, Culpepper
says that " the contrary to which is the truth, as both my eyes
are witness." Evelyn also takes trouble to contradict the
marvel, stating that it " is an old imposture of Pliny's, who
either took it up upon trust, or we mistake the tree." Cowley,
in his poem on " Plants," amongst other prodigies alludes to

"■"'^ ■ " But that which gave more wonder than the rest.

Within an ash, a serpent built her nest,
And laid her eggs ; when once to come beneath
The very shadow of an ash was death :
Rather, if chance should force, she through the fire
From its fallen leaves, so baneful, would retire ; "

282 Ash.

And, as his authority, the poet adds :

"For truth hereof, take Pliny's word,"

— a thing, however, which few who know the extent of that
gentleman's veracity would feel inclined to do.

Sannazaro says, "Serpents always avoid the shade of the
ash ; so that if a fire and a serpent be placed within a circle
of ash-leaves, the serpent, to avoid the ash, will even run into
the midst of the fire."

In days of yore the wood of this tree was used for spears.
The lance with which Achilles killed Hector was of ash, by
which circumstance, Rapin and others considered that the tree
became ennobled.

" The ash for nothing ill,"

as Spenser says, also furnished Cupid with wood for his arrows,
before he learnt to use the more fatal cypress.

Many curious figures are said to have been discovered in
the wood of the ash. A gentleman in Oxfordshire was said to
possess a dining-table made of this wood, representing figures
of men, beasts, and fish ; and in Holland, an ash being cleft,
discovered the forms of a chalice, a priest's alb, his stole, and
several other pontifical vestments.

Evelyn mentions that in some parts of England the country
people split young ashes, and pass children through the open-
ing, in the belief that it will cure their disorder ; and the Rev.
W. Bree, some few years ago related an instance, within his
personal knowledge, of the strange superstition having been
recently practised in Warwickshire.

Miss Kent speaks of another extraordinary custom that
rustics have : they bore a hole in an ash-tree, and imprison a
shrew-mouse in it ; a few strokes given with a branch of that
tree is then deemed a sovereign remedy for cramps and lame-
ness in cattle, which the harmless little animal is ignorantly
supposed to cause.

Evelyn says the ash was reputed so sacred in Wales, that
there was not a churchyard in his time that did not contain
one, and that on a certain day in the year every person wore
a cross made of the wood. " It is reputed," he says, " to be
preservative against fascination and evil spirits, whence, per-

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haps, we call it ' witchen ; ' the boughs being stuck about the
door, or used for walking-staves."

Dr. Hunter, in his notes upon Evelyn, says : " In former
times this tree was supposed to be possessed of the property
of driving away witches and evil spirits, and this property is
recorded in one of the stanzas of a very ancient song, called
the ' Laidley Worm of Spindlestone Heughs : '

" ' Their spells were vain ; the hags retum'd
To the queen, in sorrowful mood.
Crying that witches have no power
\Vhere there is roan-tree wood.' "

Wallflower.

(FIDELITY IN MISFORTUNE.)

A COMMON garden blossom, that seldom receives all the
attention it is worthy of, is the WalMower, symbolical
oi fidelity in misfortune. It was a great favourite in the middle
ages, when troubadours and minstrels wore it to emblemize
the unchangeableness of their affection. Wallflowers belong
to the Stock family ; and by far the finest is the common one,
which Thomson, in his " Seasons," describes as

" The yellow wallflower, strained with iron brown."

Its colours are extremely rich, and its odour most delightful:
it is a native of Switzerland, France, and Spain, as well as of our
native land. " It is," says Mr. Martyn, " one of the few flowers
which have been cultivated for their fragrancy time immemo-
rial in our gardens."

But few modern poets have proved their regard for this too-
much neglected, sweet-smelling flower. Bernard Barton tells

" An emblem true thou art,

Of love's enduring lustre, given
To cheer a lonely heart. "

And elsewhere this poet sings of this flower:

" To me it speaks of loveliness, " But, in adversity's dark hour,

That passes not with youth, When glory is gone by.

Of beauty which decay can bless, It then exerts its gentle power

Of constancy and truth. The scene to beautify."

Notably amid the poets who have delighted to do it honour
stands Moir (" Delta "), some of his brightest verses being ad-
dressed to

' The wallflower, the wallflower ! It sheds a halo of repose

How beautiful it blooms ! Around the wrecks of time ;

It gleams above the ruined tower, To beauty give the flaunting rose —
Like sunlight over tombs ; The wallflower is sublime.

Wallflower.

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' Sweet wallflower, sweet wallflower !

Thou conjurest up to me
Fifll many a soft and sunny hour

Of boyhood's thoughtless glee ;
When joy from out the daisies grew

In woodland pastures green.
And Sununer skies were far more blue

Than since they e'er have been.

" Now Autumn's pensive voice is heard
Amid the yellow bowers ;
The robin is the regal bird,

And thou the queen of flowers !
He sings on the labumum-trees,
Amid the twilight dim,
And Araby ne'er gave the breeze
Such scents as thou to hiiu.

Rich is the pink, the lily gay.
The rose is Summer's guest;

Bland are thy charms when these decay.
As flowers first, last, and best!

There may be grander in the bower.
And stateher on the tree.

But wallflower, loved wallflower.
Thou art the flower for mel"

The Lily of the Valley.

(RETURN OF HAPPINESS.)

" Be thy advent the emblem of all I would crave."

Bernard Barton.

The Lily of tite Valley, sometimes called the May Lily,
and in some country villages Ladder to Heaven, in the
floral languages of Europe is emblematic of the return of
happiness, doubtless in allusion to the season of the year when
it puts forth its timid little blossoms.

Although this flower is generally spoken of as white, there
are several coloured varieties belonging to the species ; as, for
instance, one with red blossoms, one with double red, and one,
much larger than the common sort, beautifully variegated with
purple.

Keats was very fond of this shy little floral fairy, and says:

" No flower amid the garden fairer grows
Than the sweet lily of the lowly vale.
The queen of flowers."

And further on he sings of

" Valley-lilies, whiter still
Than Leda's love."

In that enchanted garden where the sensitive plant grew,
Shelley lovingly placed

" The naiad-like lily of the vale.
Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale,
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen
Through their pavilions of tender green."

Then, to descend to more earthly versification, we find
Bishop Mant opening a long poem in praise of this poet's pet
with the following lines :

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" Fair flower, that, lapt in lowly glade.
Dost hide beneath the greenwood shade,

Than whom the vernal gale
None fairer wakes on branch or spray.
Our England's Uly of the May,

Our lily of the vale.

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" \Vliat though nor care nor art be thine^
The loom to ply, the thread to twine.

Yet bom to bloom and fade ;
Thee, too, a lovelier robe arrays,
Than, even in Israel's brightest days,

Her wealthiest king arrayed."

This writer versifies upon the probability of this flower
being the "lily of the field" alluded to by Christ, but botanists
assure us that it is the native of northern climes only, and
would be unable to endure the warmth of Palestine. Alluding
to the peculiar way in which the blossoms hang, and to their
shape, Leigh Hunt prettily calls these flowerlings " little illu-
mination lamps." In some parts of Europe the fragrance of
this flower is most powerful

Stock.

(LASTING BEAUTY.)

THE Stock has been long established in English gardens,
and, under the somewhat puzzling name of "gilly-
flower," is frequently mentioned by our oldest writers. There
has been a long-standing dispute amongst florigraphists as to
what plant was really meant by the latter diffusedly-applied
term, supposed to be a corruption of the French girqflier.
Pinks and carnations were undoubtedly classed formerly with
the stock as gillyflowers, but more recently, in order to dis-
tinguish them, were called clove-gillyflowers and stock-gilly-
flowers.

The stock should, indeed, be a favourite flower with the
softer sex, inasmuch as it is the chosen representative of what
Madame Rachel so vehemently protests that she has disco-
vered the secret elixir of, that is to say, lasting beauty. For
several centuries, as might be supposed, it has been a great
pet with the ladies, and carefully did the dames of yore culti-
vate it within the circumscribed limits of their castle gardens.
No flowering plant, it is said, has received more fostering care
than the stock ; and so completely has it surrendered its being
up to the florist, that what was formerly only a little sea-side
flower now occasionally assumes the dimensions of a shrub,
and puts forth blossoms almost equalling the rose in size, but
— mark the but, fair reader — sometimes of so evanescent a
nature and so variable a hue, that some flowers of this species
have been termed mutabilis, or changeable. So, after all,
ladies, you must seek another emblem, if you wish one, for
enduring beauty, for the constant changes of this plant only
render it a fit representative of earthly beauty's mutability.

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As an instance of what a capacity for growth stocks possess,
may be mentioned one grown at Notting Hill in 1822, which,
says Phillips, in his interesting "Flora Historica," "attained a
circumference of nearly twelve feet." This same writer tells
of an acquaintance of his, with whom he made a tour through
Normandy. It was the first time this gentleman had ever
left the sea-girt shores of his native land, and so thoroughly
insular were his habits that everything he encountered dis-
satisfied him. The food was unpalatable, the girls ugly, their
clothing too scanty; and, finally, his grumblings made the
whole company uncomfortable, until, adds the narrator, good
fortune led us to a rustic inn where were growing several fine
stocks, which, he affirmed, were the first good things he had
seen since he left Sussex. On hearing the landlady acknow-
ledge them to be girqflier de Brompton, he insisted upon the
entire party halting there, entertained them to a capital meal
at his own expense, and left the village with a sprig of the
Brompton stock decorating his button-hole ; his good humour
restored, and the remainder of his journey rendered pleasant,
all through, as he frequently exclaimed, the Brompton stock.

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Sweet William.

(FINESSE— DEXTERITY.)

THE Sweet William, a member of the Pink family, from
the charming manner in which it arranges its variegated
blossoms into bouquet-shaped clusters, is well worthy of its
florigraphical name oi finesse.

The Bearded Pink, as it is sometimes designated, is known
to our French neighbours as the " poet's eye," because of the
manner in which its petals are marked.

Gerarde, the old Elizabethan gardener, mentions this flower
as being highly esteemed in his days " to deck up gardens, the
bosoms of the beautiful, garlands, and crowns for pleasure."
The narrow-leaved kinds are called " sweet Johns," the broad-
leaved unspotted ones are sometimes named " London tufts,"
and the small speckled species, "London pride." In fact,
there are too many varieties for specification here.

It has already been observed that the classic name for the
floral family to which this flower belongs signifies "Jove's
flower," but in England that is generally confined to the pink,
commonly so called ; and this distinction has afforded Cow-
ley an opportunity of making these facetious remarks :

" Sweet William small, has form and aspect bright,
Like that sweet flower that yields great Jove delight ;
Had he majestic bulk he 'd now be styled
Jove's flower ; and, if my skill is not beguiled,
He was Jove's flower when Jove was but a child.
Take him with many flowers in one conferred,
He 's worthy Jove, e'en now he has a beard. "

Allusion has been made to the strange horror manifested by
some people on smeUing'the periume of, or seeing, certain
flowers : Voltaire gives the history of a young officer who was
thrown into convulsions and lost his senses through having
pinks in his room. Shakspeare, never willing to let anything
pass unnoted by, causes Shylock to speak of such strange
antipathies of human nature, to account for which, as he says,
" there ii no firm reason to be rendered."

Dahlia.

(POMP.)

THE Dahlia is a native of Mexico, where Baron Humboldt
found it growing in sandy meadows several hundred
feet above the level of the sea. It was brought to England
in 1789, but was neglected and ^^ genus lost. It ornamented
the royal gardens of the Escurial, at Madrid, for several years
before Spanish jealousy would permit it to be introduced into
the other countries of Europe. But it is said that it neither
improved or exhibited any change under their management.
Count Lelieur having b/ some means obtained a root from
the Dons, introduced it into France, where it soon attracted
attention. From that time it engaged the notice of conti-
nental floriculturists, who propagated the plant so copiously,
that at the general peace in 18 14, English travellers were as
much astonished by its profusion as they were delighted with
its richness and brilliancy.

It derives its name from a countryman of the celebrated
Linnzeus, Professor Andrew Dahl, a Swedish botanist : he pre-
sented it in 1804 to Lady Holland, who was its first successful
English cultivator.

Its coarse foliage, gaudy flowers, and want of perfume seem
to have prevented its becoming a favourite with our poets.
Mrs. Sigourney just alludes to it as a florist's flower, in her
" Farewell : "

" 1 have no stately dahlias, nor greenhouse flowers to weep.
But I passed the rich man's garden, and the mourning there was deep,
For the crownless queens all drooping hung amid the wasted sod.
Like Boadicea, bent with shame beneath the Roman rod."

White Poplar.

(COURAGE— TIME.)
" The poplar that with silver lines his leaf."

COWPER.

THE White Poplar in classic story was consecrated to
Hercules, the mythological representative of courage.
The hero first became associated with the tree when he de-
stroyed Cacus, in a cavern of Mount Aventine, which was co-
vered with poplars : he bound a branch of one round his brow
as a token of his victory. When the demigod returned from
his journey into the infernal regions, he came crowned with a
wreath of his favourite tree, torn from the banks of the river

Acheron. „ ^^^ poplar, to Alcides consecrate,"

adds the fable, on this occasion first had its leaves changed to
their present hue ; for it was the perspiration from the hero's
brow — so runs the story — that made the inside portion of the
leaf white, whilst the smoke of the lower regions turned the
upper surface of the leaf almost black. When any ceremonies
or sacrifices were made to Hercules, his worshippers wreathed
their heads with poplar-leaves, and all who had triumphed in
battle wore garlands of it in commemoration of their great
predecessor's victory.

Dryden, translating Virgil, says :

" The Salii sing, and cense his altars round
With Sabine smoke, their heads with poplar bound."

The ancients also dedicated this tree to Time, because its
leaves appear constantly in motion ; and being of a dead
blackish green above, and white below, they deemed that they
indicated the alternation of night and day.

The straight trunk of this elegant tree often rises to a great
height, and it is decked with a pale smooth bark that frequently
offers a marked contrast to its dark, rough neighbours :

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" Gracing each other like the trees in Spring,
The tufted by the taU."

The light, graceful appearance of these trees rustling their
plumed heads hither and thither in the wind has been a fruitful
source of simile to the poets, who likewise have not failed to
notice the fine effect produced by the alternate play of light
and shade of the leaves, as now the inside, and now the out, is
exposed to view.

In the "Odyssey "these movements are compared to women's
fingers when spinning :

" Full fifty handmaids from the household train.
Some turn the mill, or sift the golden grain ;
Some ply the loom ; their busy fingers move
Like poplar-leaves when Zephyr fans the grove.''

Garcilasso, the Spanish poet, has a prettier conceit :

"Each -vrmA that breathes, gallantly here and there
Waves the fine gold of her disordered hair,
As a green poplar-leaf, in wanton play,
Dances for joy at rosy break of day."

What Martyn said in prose, Leigh Hunt says thus inverse:

" The poplar's shoot.
That like a feather waves from head to foot."

With Barry Cornwall the more ouiri class of comparison is
dropped, and he sings sweetly :

" The greenwoods moved, and the light poplar shook
Its silver pyramid of leaves. "

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B LACK Poplar

(AFFLICTION.)
" The poplar, never dry."

Spenser.

THE Black Poplar is no less celebrated in heathen fable
than its fair sister ; the poets telling us that the Heliades,
daughters of Apollo, gave way to such excessive grief at the
loss of their brother, the ambitious young Phston, that in com-
passion, the gods transformed them into poplars, and their tears
— which continued to ooze through the bark — into amber.

Unfortunately, some little discrepancies appear to exist in
this pathetic story, some of its narrators assigning the honour
of the metamorphosis to the poplar, and some to the alder.
Ovid, a great authority, who gives the legend with much cir-
cumstantial evidence, merely says the sisters, wandering on
the banks of the Po, into which river their unhappy brother
had been hurled, were changed into trees :

" When now the eldest, Phsethusa, strove
To rest her weary limbs, but could not move,
Lampetia would have help'd her, but she found
Herself withheld, and rooted to the ground :
The third in wild affliction as she grieves.
Would rend her hair, but fills her hands with leaves.

« « * * « * •

" The new-made trees in tears of amber run,
Which, hardened into value by the sun,
Distil for ever on the stream below. "

It is undoubtedly true that the black poplar flourishes on
the banks of the Po ; and likewise, that it, as many other
aquatic trees, becomes so surcharged with moisture as to have
it exude through the pores of the leaves, which may thus
literally be said to weep.

It does not conduce to the clearness of this antique allegory

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to find Virgil, a very ancient authority, in one place calling
these noted trees poplars, and in another alders !
Rapin adheres to the popular theory, and says :

" Nor must the Heliads' fate in silence pass,
Whose sorrow first produced the poplar race ;
Their tears, wliile at a brother's grave they mourn.
To golden drops of fragrant amber turn."

Cowley fights for the minority thus :

" The Phaetonian alder next took place,
Still sensible of the burnt youth's disgrace ;
She loves the purling streams, and often laves
Beneath the floods, and wantons with the waves."

Whilst Spenser is as discreet as Ovid, and omits the tree's
name :

" And eke those trees in whose transformed hue
The sun's sad daughters wailed the rash decay
Of Phseton, whose limbs, with lightning rent.
They gathering up, with sweet tears did lament."

Miss Kent — no mean authority — after well weighing the
evidence, thus gives judgment : " It is pretty generally under-
stood, however, to be the poplar-tree that is so nearly related
to the sun, and the black poplar ; and it is certain that there
is no tree upon which the sun shines more brightly."

In moist situations this tree will grow to a great height : it
has a long branchless trunk, adorned with a handsome sym-
metrical head ; the bark is ashen-hued, the foliage of a glitter-
ing brightness; and it must be confessed that a somewhat
brilliant symbol for affliction is

"The poplar trembling o'er the silver flood."

Motherwort.

(CONCEALED LOVE.)

THIS emblem of concealed love does not bloom until the
second year, but, like the pure passion which it typifies,
only blossoms once. In the ordinary kinds of Motherwort the
flowers are pale red, but in the curled they are of a white as
pure as the love they emblemize.

In China and Japan the motherwort is held in great esti-
mation, and in Shoberl's translation from the French of Tit-
singh's " Illustrations of Japan," the following reasons for their
admiration are given. Formerly there was a village situated
in the province of Nanyo-no-rekken, in Japan, noted for its pro-
fusion of motherwort flowers. The neighbourhood also boasted
of a stream of particularly pure water, which constituted the
ordinary beverage of the villagers, a hardy race, who lived
generally to upwards of a hundred years of age. The prolonged
existence of these villagers in course of time was ascribed to
the adjacent flowers, and eventually the motherwort acquired
so great a reputation for lengthening one's life, that not only
was a medicinal drink, called zakki, prepared from its blossoms,
but the ninth month of the year, when the flower attained its
perfection, was named after it, and on the ninth day of that
month a grand festival is held annually in its honour. The
aforementioned zakki is a common beverage in Japan, but
there is a superior kind of it made, which is much drunk in
the Court of the Dairi, as the ecclesiastical ruler of that em-
pire is sometimes called. The presentation of a cup of this
liquid, accompanied by a bunch of moonwort, is stated to im-
ply that you are wished a long life. Several Chinese authors,
it is said, relate that once upon a time an emperor ascended
the throne of the Celestials when only seven years of age.

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This precocious monarch was much troubled in his mind by a
prediction that he would die before he attained his fifteenth
year. A certain philosopher, named Lido, however, brought
him from Nanyo-no-rekken a sovereign specific for procuring
a long hfe, in the shape of some of the motherwort's beautiful
yellow flowers. The emperor caused zakki to be made from
them, and drinking of that beverage every day, lived upwards
of seventy years. The opportune introducer of these flowers,
having given offence to his illustrious patient, was banished
from Court, whence he once more betook himself to the won-
derful village, and there, drinking nothing but water impreg-
nated with motherwort, he lived to the ultra-patriarchal age of
three hundred; wherefore he was known to subsecuent ages
by the cognomen of " Sien-nin-foso."

Co RN FLOWER.

(DELICACY.)

" Now, gentle flower, I pray thee tell
If my lover loves me, and loves me well. "

Anonymous.

THE classic cognomen of the bright blue Cornflower is
Cyanus, and it was so named after a fair young devotee
of Flora, who made garlands for public festivities out of various
sorts of wild flowers, and who lingered lovingly from morn till
eve amid the corn, weaving into flowery coronals the blossoms
that she had collected, accompanying her pleasant labour by
singing the songs of her beloved fatherland.

This flower, although now so common in our corn-fields, is
thought not to be indigenous, but to have been brought from
the East amongst some imported grain.

Its deep blue hue is so deep that it almost approaches a
purple, and as such the poet addresses it :

" There is a flower, a purple flower,

Sown by the wind, nursed by the shower,

O'er which Love breathed a powerful spell,

The truth of whispering hope to tell.

Now, gentle flower, I pr.T.y thee tell.

If my lover loves me, and loves me well ;

So may the fall of the morning dew

Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue."

Elizabeth Rowe is stated not only to have been extremely
fond of the cyanus, as indeed every lover of the beautiful in
nature must be, but to have obtained from this flower's ex-
pressed juice a permanent transparent blue, little inferior to
ultramarine, wherewith to paint some of her choicest blossoms.
The following pretty description of the habits of this delicately
beautiful flower appeared some years ago, in the pages ol a
monthly publication:

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" What an exquisite coronet of sky-blue florets is conspicuous
in the cyanus ! every floret is a fairy vase, that holds forth a
rich nectareous juice to thirsty insects. And when each vase,
having fulfilled its appointed purpose, is laid aside, beautiful
green cradles become developed, as if by enchantment, con-
taining little winged children, which the zephyrs delight to
rock ! These winged children are often peculiarly beautiful :
their small pinions are elegantly variegated at the base, and
adorned with the most delicate jet-black feathers, which, to
the unassisted eye, appear only like minute hairs, and yet are
perfect feathers of the most exquisite description. They pre-
sently fly abroad, bearing with them seeds of equal rarity, with
one minute groove fitted to another, and having a finished and
elaborate mechanism whereby to facilitate the purpose for
which they are designed."

And this little flower is only one minute piece, scarcely per-
ceptible amongst the many myriads of more or less complexity,
of which this globe's marvellous mosaic is compounded 1

Aspen.

(LAMENTATION.)

" And full of emotion, its fault doth deplore,
Sigb, shiver, and quiver, and droop evermore. "

Eleanor Darby.

THE Trembling Poplar is now generally known as the
Aspen. It is chiefly remarkable for the ceaseless tremu-
lous motion of its leaves — a natural phenomenon, to account
for which many very diverse explanations have been proffered.
.One authority attributes it to the plane of the long leaf-stalk
being at right angles with that of the leaf, thus allowing a freer
motion than they could have had if the planes had been
parallel ; another learned gentleman ascribes the trembling to
the length dnd slenderness of the leaf-stalks ; but that this is
not a sufficient reason is proved by the fact that the leaves of
other poplars have the same properties without partaking of a
similar restlessness. Some malicious wretches have affirmed
that the leaves of the aspen were made of women's tongues,
"which never cease wagging." The Highlanders, however,
set the question at rest by saying that the cross upon which
Christ suffered crucifixion was made from the wood of this
tree, and that therefore the tree can never rest. A quibbling
objection has been raised against this theory, that the leaves
can scarcely be conscience-stricken, as the cross could not have
been made of them ; nevertheless, the querist admits that they
may be struggling to escape from the wicked wood on which
they grow. Miss Darby, in her " Lays of Love and Heroism,"
has thus versified a German legend upon the subject :

" The Lord of Life walk'd in the forest one morn,
When the song-wearied nightingale slept on the thorn ;
Not a breath the deep hush of the dawning hour broke,
Yet every tree, e'en the firm knotted oak,

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The tall warrior pine, and the cedar so regal.

The home of the stork and the haunt of the eagle

All the patriarchal kings of the forest adored

And bowed their proud heads at the sight of the Lord !

" One tree, and one only, continued erect.
Too vain to show even the Saviour respect !
The light giddy aspen its leafy front raised.
And on the Redeemer unbendingly gazed.
Then a cloud, more of sorrow than wrath, diram'd the brow
Of Him to whom everything living should bow ;
While to the offender, with shame now opprest,
He breathed in these words the eternal behest :

*• ' Alas for thy fate ! thou must suffer, poor tree,
For standing when others were bending the knee.
Thou 'rt doomed for thy fault an atonement to pay :
Henceforth be a rush for the wild winds to sway.
Sigh, sport of their fury, and slave of their will !
Bow, e en in a calm, when all others are still !
And shivering, quivering, droop evermore.
Because thou wouldst not with thy brothers adore.'

" The weak aspen trembled, turned pale with dismay,
And is pallid with terror and grief to this day.
Each tremulous leaf of the penitent tree
Obeys to this moment the heav'nly decree.
'T is the sport of the wild winds, the slave of their will.
E'en without a breeze bends, when all others stand still ;
And full of emotion, its fault doth deplore,
Sigh, shiver, and quiver, and droop evermore."

Moore, with his usual felicity of combining humanity and
nature's peculiarities, prettily sings :

" That the wind, fioll of wantonness, woos like a lover
The young aspen-trees, till they tremble all over."

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Lemon.

(ZEST.)

THE Lemon, in every respect so appropriate an emblem of
zest, is a variety of the citron, and is consequently a
blood relation of the more admired orange. It was first known
to Europeans as the Median Apple, having been brought origi-
nally from Media. Virgil terms it "the happy apple," on
account of its virtues ; and in his second " Georgic " thus sings
its praises :

" Nor be the citron, Media's boast, unsung,
Though harsh the juice and lingering on the tongue !
When the drugg'd bowl, 'mid witching curses brew'd.
Wastes the pale youth by step-dame Hate pursued.
Its powerful aid unbinds the mutter'd spell.
And frees the victim from the draught of hell. "

Who is there that is not acquainted with Gothe's beautiful
ballad, "Know'st thou the Land where the Citrons bloom.?"
evidently referring to the lemon. Few poets have flung their
wreaths upon this flower's fragrant shrine : they have been
seduced away by the more voluptuous beauty of her darker-
hued sister ; and yet in former days the fairer of the twain bore
away the bell, if not for beauty, at least for virtue. Hearken,
O gentle reader ! to a story which Athenseus relates in proof
of the good qualities of the neglected lemon ; a story told him
by a friend of his who was Governor of Egypt. This governor
had condemned two malefactors to death by the bite of ser-
pents. As they were led to execution, a person, taking com-
passion on them, gave them a citron to eat. The consequence
of this was, that though they were exposed to the bite of the
most venomous serpents, they received no injury. The governor,
being surprised at this extraordinary event, inquired of the
soldiers who guarded them what they had eaten or drunk that
day ; and being informed that they had only eaten a citron, he

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ordered that the next day one of them should eat citron, and
the other not He who had not tasted the citron died presently
after he was bitten ; the other remained unhurt

The blossoms of the lemon are deemed typical of love's
fidelity.

In Tennyson's " Recollections of the Arabian Nights " is the
following picture of an enchanted and enchanting lemon-grove:

" Far off, and where the lemon-grove
In closest coverture upsprung,
The living airs of middle night
Died round the bvdbul as he sung ;
Not he, but something which possessed
The darkness of the world, delight.
Life, anguish, death, immortal love,
Ceasing not, mingled, unrepress'd.
Apart from place, withholding time,
But flattering the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid."

Passion Flower.

(FAITH.)

MOST of the Passion Flowers are natives of South
America ; and although some of them have been
induced to open their starry-leaved blossoms to the less glow-
ing sun of these colder climes, it is only in the land of their
birth that they can be seen in all their unsurpassed loveliness.
There they are larger, brighter-hued, and far more fragrant ;
there they are to be seen in the dense forests twining their
glorious coronals around the massive trunks of everlasting trees,
or else in waves of radiant beauty flowing over the myriad
splendours that

" The floor of Nature's temple tesselate

With numerous emblems of instructive duty."

Yes, tho3e who would view this glorious symbol ol faithful-
ness in its unshorn loveliness must seek it in the immense forests
of Brazil, blossoming amid all that grandeur, " boundless as our
wonder," of which Humboldt has so nobly told. There, in "that
fane, most catholic and solemn,"

"The faint passion flower, the sad and holy.
Tells of diviner hopes;"

and there it was that the peculiarities of its delicately-shaped
blossom first attracted the notice of the invading Spaniards,
who were then desolating surrounding nature with fire and
sword, under the vile pretence of spreading the religion of
peace and goodwill towards all men.

In the thread-Uke coloured stamens which surround the
flower-like rays, and in the various curious portions that com-
bine to form this " floral apostle," are discovered a representa-
tion of the crown of thorns, the scourge, the cross, the sponge,
the nails, and the five wounds of Christ ; indeed, all the terrible
paraphernalia necessary to portray the Passion of Jesus. The

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sight of this wondrous symbol in that distant land is said to
have confirmed the invaders in the belief that their schemes
of conquest were sanctioned by a divine power ; and so, inspired
by this poor innocent floral emblem of faith, they pursued, un-
relentingly, their course of rapine and murder !

In Catholic countries this day-star is regarded with con-
siderable veneration, and is deemed a marvellous confirmation
of the scriptural doctrine of the Atonement.

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Syringa.

(FRATERNAL LOVE.)

SYRINGA is a Greek word, signifying "pipe," and its
ancient English name was " pipe-tree." Its classical appel-
lation is Philadelphus, so called after Ptolemy Philadelphus,
King of Egypt, who acquired celebrity for the intense affection
he manifested for his brother : for this reason Syringa was con-
secrated to his memory, and has been adopted as the flori-
graphical sign oi fraternal love.

The Syringa is a most delicious shrub : the foliage is luxu-
riant, the blossoms beautiful, abundant, and of a creamy white-
ness, starred with a golden centre, and emitting a most fragrant
perfume. Well might Cowper speak in praise of the " syringa,
ivory pure," and well indeed could Pliny call such blossoms
" the joy of plants."

Mason, in his " English Garden," speaks of this most odori-
ferous plant, but can scarcely be deemed to have awarded it
it-s due meed of praise, inserting as he does that uncalled-for
odious but:

" The sweet syringa, yielding but in scent
To the rich orange, or the woodbine wild.
That loves to hang on barren boughs remote
Her wreaths of flowery perfume."

Certainly its exquisite loveliness, super-eminent fragrance,
and profuseness of foliage and flower, deserved more attention
from the neglectful poets than this sweet shrub has gained.

Some botanists have named the lilac " syringa," but really
there is no resemblance between the two. Syringa is a member
of the beautiful and aromatic myrtle family, whilst the lilac
belongs to the jasmines. Tasmania is rich in the possession of
this attractive plant, and there is a species growing there called
the " myrtle-leaved syringa," of which the fresh flowering shoots
were used by Captain Cook's sailors to make a kind of tea
from : they found the infusion sweetly aromatic at first, but in
a short time it became very bitter. It was considered very
serviceable, however, in attacks of sea-scurvy.

Andromeda,

(WILL YOU HELP ME?)

THIS delicate shrub was called Andromeda by the celebra-
ted Linnaeus, after the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiope,
the story of whose exposure at the water-side, and rescue from
the sea-monster by Perseus, forms one of the most poetical
episodes in the fourth book of Ovid's " Metamorphoses." The
illustrious Swede gives the following reason for applying the
classic appellation to this pretty pink marsh-flower : " As I
contemplated it, I could not help thinking of Andromeda, as
described by the poets — a virgin of most exquisite beauty and
unrivalled charms. The plant is always fixed in some turfy
hillock in the midst of the swamps, as Andromeda herself was
chained to a rock in the sea, which bathed her feet as the fresh
water does the root of the plant. As the distressed virgin cast
down her blushing face through excessive affliction, so does
the rosy-coloured flower hang its head, growing paler and paler
till it withers away. At length comes Perseus, in the shape of
summer, dries up the surrounding waters, and destroys the
monster.

Thus the author of a "Tour in Lapland " recounts the words
of Linnaeus, and it is pleasant to see by their elucidation how
the great botanist composed his language of flowers — a floral
language that for many years held so pre-eminent a sway, and
which, even now, is not quite superseded.

To German florigraphists this flower typifies the question,
For wliom do you wait?

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Parsley.

(FESTIVITY.)

ALTHOUGH modern florigraphists, swayed by the cir-
cumstance of the ancients having frequently made sym-
bolic use of this herb at their banquets, have adopted Parsley
as the representative oi festivity, with the nations of antiquity
it was deemed typical of the most melancholy feelings. In
Potter's erudite " Antiquities of Greece," it is stated that of all
the flowers and herbs used by the Greeks to decorate graves,
none was in greater request than parsley; and this custom,
observes our learned authority, gave birth to that despairing
proverb, when speaking of one dangerously ill, " that he has
need of nothing but parsley;" which is in effect to say that he
is a dying man, and nearly ready for the grave. Dead bodies
were also strewed with sprigs of this herb :

" Garlands that o'er thy doors I hung,

Hang withered now and crumble fast ;
Whilst parsley on thy fair form flung,
Now tells my heart that all is past,"

cries the forlorn youth over the lifeless form of his betrothed.

Plutarch relates that when Timoleon was marching his troops
lip some ascending ground, whence he expected to obtain a
view of the forces and strength of the Carthaginians, he was
met by a number of mules laden with parsley ; which circum-
stance, says the historian, was looked upon by his soldiers as
an ill-omened and fatal occurrence, that being the very herb
wherewith the sepulchres of the dead were adorned.

These funeral associations notwithstanding, parsley was also
held in high repute by the Greeks for festive and other pleasant
events, as far back as the times of Homer. That poet, in the
fifth book of the " Odyssey," uses it, in conjunction with the
song-honoured violet, to adorn the precincts of Calypso's arbour :

" In verdant meads, and thriving all around,
Sweet violets and parsley deck the ground."

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Its elegantly indented leaves caused it to be adopted, to-
gether with the acanthus, in the adornment of the Corinthian
capital. It is recorded that the Carthaginians, having found
this herb in the delightful vales of Sardinia, carried it with
them to the Phocean gardens of the Marseillais; and ancient
coins have been found representing Sardinia under the figure
of a female, standing beside a vase containing a bunch of
parsley.

On festive occasions it was customary for the Greeks to
wear a wreath formed of sprigs of this plant, and a crown
of fresh parsley was the prize awarded to the winner of the
Nemaean sports ; at the Elean games, at one time, a chaplet
of withered parsley was the winner's guerdon. The victors in
the Isthmian games at Rome were crowned with leaves of this
herb; and on many other like memorable occasions was it
employed.

"If," it is stated in "Time's Telescope," for 1825, "after
having bruised some sprigs of parsley in your hands, you
attempt to rinse your glasses, they will generally snap and
suddenly break."

An eminent writer on the symbolism of flowers, after justly
remarking what an elegant decoration for the board the beau-
tiful green of this plant affords, pathetically laments that " a
branch of laurel and a parsley crown are the attributes which
would now-a-days suit the god of banquets. These plants
have been employed for nobler purposes ; but, in the age of
gastronomy, it will not do to insist too strongly on what was
done in the heroic ages."

Mistletoe.

(GIVE ME A KISS.)

" The sacred bush." Tennysom.

THE Mistletoe is too well known co need any description
of its botanical properties, whilst the important part
which it plays in Christmas festivities scarcely requires more
than a passing allusion : every one is acquainted with that
remarkable custom which permits any lad to exact from any
lass the toll of one kiss, when they accidentally meet where

" Sacred ceilings, dark and grey,
Bear the mistletoe. "

The singular practice associated with "the sacred bush" is
evidently a relic of some very ancient custom ; indeed, from the
earliest ages, wonderful properties have been ascribed to this
parasitical plant, but it was from Druidic uses that it acquired
its principal sanctity. By the ancient inhabitants of this island
the mistletoe was held in great veneration, particularly when
it grew upon the oak, that — in the eyes of the Druids — most
sacred of all trees. As this parasite, however, is not often
found upon the oak, it is presumed that our ancient priests
were accustomed to plant it there by inserting the seed. At
the beginning of their year the Druids went in solemn pro-
cession into the woods in order to seek for mistletoe, and
whenever they discovered any, announced the fact by joyous
shouts. A grass altar was then erected beneath the tree, and
inscribed with such divine titles as they deemed most powerful.
On the sixth day of the moon, the head Druid, clad in a white
garment, ascended the tree, and, in the sight of the multitude,
by means of a consecrated golden sickle, cut off the mistletoe
and dropped it into a pure white cloth which the assistant
priests held beneath. Two white bulls, or, upon the most
important occasions, human beings, were sacrificed, and the
Deity invoked to bless the plant, which was finally dipped
in water, blessed by the principal priest, and distributed
amongst the populace, as a preservative against witchcraft
and diseases. If any portion of the plant came in contact with

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the earth, it was considered as ominous of some dreadful mis-
fortune threatening the nation. The practice of decorating
dwelhngs and places of worship with holly and mistletoe is
undoubtedly of Druidic origin. Dr. Chandler states that in
the times of the Druids the houses were decked with boughs,
in order that the sylvan spirits might repair thither, and remain
unnipped by frost and cold winds, until a milder season had
renewed the foliage of their darling abodes.

Amongst the various valuable qualities which the Druids
ascribed to " all-heal," as they termed the mistletoe, was that
of being an infallible antidote to all poisons and a cure for
all diseases. Its magical properties are alluded to by Virgil,
Ovid, and other writers of antiquity ; and even in the present
day, in some secluded places, it is regarded with superstitious
reverence. In Holstein the country people call the mistletoe
"the spectre's wand," from the supposition that holding a
branch of it will not only enable a man to see ghosts, but force
them to speak to him.

In Scandinavian mythology this bush plays a far from
unimportant part. In the " Edda" it is recorded that Balder,
the Scandinavian counterpart of Apollo, was charmed by his
mother Friga against all injury from everything which sprang
from the so-called four elements, fire, air, earth, and water; but
Loke, the evil spirit, having an enmity against him, formed an
arrow out of mistletoe, which grew from none of these things,
and placed it in the hand of the blind Helder. The sightless
deity launched the fatal dart at the seeming invulnerable Balder,
and struck him to the ground. By a combined effort of the
gods. Balder was afterwards restored to life ; and, as a repara-
tion for his injury, the mistletoe was dedicated to his mother
Friga, the Scandinavian equivalent for Venus. The plant was
placed entirely under her control, so as to prevent its being again
used against her as an instrument of mischief From the fact
of its having been under the protection of this deity, arose, it
is presumed, the custom of kissing under it at Christmas. In
the days of chivalry it still continued to receive many honours :
it was gathered with great solemnity on Christmas-eve, and
suspended from the ceiling of the great hall, where, with much
noisy rejoicing, were " the girls all kiss'd beneath the sacred
bush." In those jolly times

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" On Christmas-eve the bells were rung,
On Christmas-eve the mass was sung ;
That only night in all the year
Saw the stoled priest the chalice near.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen ;
The hall was dressed with holly green :
Forth to the woods did merry men go.
To gather in the mistletoe.
Then opened wide the baron's hall
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all. "

In these less demonstrative days we are apt to forget many
of the good old customs of our forefathers' times ; many of
them are only to be met with in tales of eld, or flitting through
poets' rhymes. Of all seasons, Christmas is the one now kept
up gleefully in the happy homes of Old England ; and of all
her ancient customs, the one that appears least likely to be
forgotten is that very pleasant one of kissing under the
mistletoe-bough. Long may it last in all its jollity !

Of all our living poets none has shown more pleasure in
depicting Christmas life in Britain than Eliza Cook, and in
the following song she tells far better in poetry than can be
told in prose what should take place "Under the Mistletoe:"

" Under the mistletoe, pearly and green,

Meet the kind lips of the young and the old ;
Under the mistletoe hearts may be seen

Glowing as though they had never been cold.
Under the mistletoe, peace and goodwill

Mingle the spirits that long have been twain ;
Leaves of the olive-branch twine with it still.

While breathings of hope fill the loud carol strain.
Yet why should this holy and festival mirth

In the reign of old Christmas-tide only be found ?
Hang up love's mistletoe over the earth,

And let us kiss under it aU the year round !

" Hang up the mistletoe over the land

Where the poor dark man is spurn'd by the white ;
Hang it wherever Oppression's strong hand

Wrings from the helpless humanity's right ;
Hang it on high where the starving lip sobs,

And the patrician one tumeth in scorn ;
Let it be met where the purple steel robs

Child of its father, and field of its com.
Hail it with joy in our yule-lighted mirth.

But let it not fade with the festival sound ;
Hang up love's mistletoe over the earth.

And let ns kiss under it all the year round 1 **

Oak.

(HOSPITALITY.)

"And the oak, king of Britannia's woods.
And guardian of her isle." DODSLEY.

**' I ^HE Oak, the king of forests all," was considered the
JL most sacred of all trees by the chief nations of an-
tiquity, and its existence deemed coeval with the earth's. No
faith but appears to have associated its rites with this symbol
of majesty and strength. Biblical lore abounds with allusions
to this " tower of strength." It was " under the oak which
was by Shechem," that Jacob buried the strange gods and
ornaments of his household. Under the " oak of weeping "
Deborah, Rebekah's nurse, was interred. The Lord's mes-
senger that appeared to Gideon "sat under an oak ;" and it was
by the branches of one of these trees that Absalom, David's
beloved but rebellious son, was caught, and met with death.
" The oaks of Bashan," that mystic land where dwelt the
mighty King Og and his gigantic followers, are called to
mind, together with numerous other allusions to the hospitable
tree — to that tree which many ancient races believed to have
afforded shelter to the first human beings.

The oak held a very prominent place in the religious and
other ceremonies of the Greeks. The Dodoneari groves in
Epirus, so celebrated for their oracles, which were supposed
to proceed from the interior of the trees themselves, were of
oak ; and Argo, the ship of the Argonauts, being constructed
with the wood of this tree, was endowed with the same power
of speech, and counselled the voyagers by oracular directions.
The Dodonean Jupiter, the Fates, and Hecate, were crowned
with oak-leaves. Acorns were the first food of man, and the
Greeks had an old proverb, in which they expressed an idea
of a man's age and experience by saying that he had " eaten
of Jove's acorns."

This monarch of the woods was held in still greater esteem
by the Latin race, and their principal poets never omitted au

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opportunity of doing it honour; indeed, they are the only
nation that can in any way compare with the English in the
high value which they set upon the oak. In their emblematic
ceremonies it filled a most important post : they considered it
symbolic of majesty and power, and consecrated it to Jupiter,
who, say the fabulists, was sheltered by it at his birth. " It is,"
says Virgil, ..j,,^^,, <,^ t,^^^

That holds the woods in awful sovereignty.

Stretching his brawny arms and leafy hands.

His shade protects the plains, his head the hills commands."

In this same poem, the second "Georgic," the great Latin
has, as Mr. Gilpin truly observes, in a few words brought to-
gether the most obvious characteristics of this noble tree, —
its firmness, its stoutness of limb, the sinuousity of its wide-
spreading branches, and its remarkable longevity.

Virgil was not alone in his admiration for the kingly oak, as
the Roman poets, especially Ovid and Lucan, are frequently
found paying the passing tribute of their deathless verse to
" the tree of Jove," as they love to terra it. In the earlier ages
acorns appear to have been a very important article of food,
and in ancient Rome it was feigned that Ceres was the first
who superseded their use by instructing Triptolemus to teach
the peasantry how to cultivate and use corn :

" The oak, whose acorns were our food before
That Ceres' seed of mortal man was known,
Which first Triptoleme taught how to be sown.''

In commemoration of this valuable gift, oak-leaves were
worn at the festivals held in honour of Ceres, as also by hus-
bandmen in general at the beginning of the harvest.

To the Roman soldier who saved the life of another in

battle a chaplet of oak-leaves was awarded. Shakspeare makes

Cominius say of Coriolanus :

" At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head from Rome, he fought

Beyond the mark of others

He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. "

Lucan refers still more distinctly to the custom:

" Lelius from amidst the rest stood forth,
An old centurion of distinguished worth ;

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The oaken wreath his hardy temples wore,
Mark of a citizen preserved he bore."

This crown — considered the most honourable of all those
with which the Romans rewarded famous military deeds — was
awarded to Cicero for his detection of Catiline's conspiracy.
When a similar chaplet was decreed to Scipio Africanus for
having preserved his father's life in the battle of Trebia, he
declined the honour, deeming the act carried with it its own
reward. Oh, what men those noble Romans were !

The civic crown, as this oaken wreath was called, conferred
many honours upon its possessor: when he entered an assembly,
every one present, not even excepting the senators themselves,
were bound to rise ; he was exempt from all kinds of civil
burdens, and enjoyed many other desirable rights.

In marriage ceremonies, also, the oak performed its part :

" With boughs of oak was graced the nuptial train."

Much as the Hellenic and Latin races used and admired
this sturdy tree, however, it is the records of the Teutonic and
Celtic nations that must be investigated in order to find how
sacred a character it anciently bore : it was under the semblance
of the oak that those peoples adored their god Tuet, and the
ancient Britons (a kindred folk) Tarnawa, their God of Thunder.
It was likewise under the form of an oak that Baal, the Celtic
God of Fire, was worshipped : the festival of this deity was
kept at Yule, the present Christmas, and on the anniversary
the Druids caused all the fires belonging to the people to be
extinguished, and then re-lighted them from their own sacred
fire, which they professed to keep perpetually burning. This
rite is supposed to have been the origin of the Yule-log, the
kindUng of which at Christmas is still kept up in many parts
of the country. This log was invariably of oak ; and, as the
ancient Britons believed that it was essential for their hearth-
fires to be renewed annually from the Druids' sacred fire, so
their descendants firmly believed that some misfortune would
occur to them if they omitted their ancestors' custom of burn-
ing the Christmas log.

It was beneath the shadow of some mighty oak that the
Druids were wont to perform their worship, and when they
offered up human sacrifices, their victims were crowned with

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wreaths of oak-leaves : the curious-shaped baskets in which
they were immolated, and which bore no little resemblance to
those still worn by " Jack-in-the-green " upon May-day, were
manufactured of oaken twigs quaintly interwoven, and even
the very brands with which the sacrificial fires were kindled
were required to be of oak.

It was beneath the branches of this same renowned tree that
their criminal trials were held, the judge and jury being seated
under the sacred shade, and the culprit placed in a circle made
by the chief Druid's wand. With the Saxons the oak retained
its sacred character : beneath it they held their national meet-
ings ; and it was below the oaks of Dartmoor that they had
their famous conference with the Britons, whose country they
were invading.

Many of these magnificent sylvan princes have attained in
England a fame truly national. Everybody knew of " Heme's
moon-silvered oak," and no one could restrain a sigh of regret
when it was announced that its time-honoured stem had
succumbed to the onslaughts of Time. Three venerable oaks
in Donnington Park, spoken of by Martyn, were believed to
have been planted by Chaucer ; the famous oak at Morley, in
Cheshire, supposed to have existed upwards of eight hundred
years, tradition asserted once afforded shelter to Edward the
Black Prince ; Evelyn tells of one of these denizens of our
ancient woodlands, growing at Rycote, which was able to
afford a cover to upwards of four thousand men. The circum-
ference of the boughs of the celebrated Fairlop Fair Oak was
three hundred feet, and that of its massive trunk thirty-six ;
whilst the stem of Queen Elizabeth's Oak, in Suffolk, measured
thirty-seven feet round : " Good Queen Bess," as some folks
like to term her, is reported to have often taken her stand
beneath its wide-spreading arms, in order to shoot at the deer
as they fled timidly by.

There is, or was some few years since, on the road to Tun-
bridge, an enormous tree, known as Fisher's Oak, and within
its hospitable trunk thirteen men on horseback are said to
have found shelter: it is also recorded that when James I.
was travelling along that road, a schoolmaster of the neigh-
bourhood, and a great number of his pupils, decked with oaken
garlands, came out of this tree, and greeted the King with an
appropriate address.

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One of the most renowned and belauded trees ever known
was the famous oak at Penshurst, planted at the birth of Sir
Philip Sidney. Ben Jonson, Waller, and many other famous
poets have sung its praises ; but, alas ! having been associated
with bravery and beauty for upwards of two centuries, by a
deed of stupid ignorance it was felled !

One of the largest known specimens of these grand repre-
sentatives of hospitality was probably Damory's Oak in Dorset-
shire, the trunk of which measured sixty-eight feet round, and
was capable of sheltering twenty persons in its capacious
interior. In Cromwell's time it was inhabited by an old man
who sold ale to passers-by. In 1755, when it was only useful
for firewood, its time-worn remains realized £14. It was
doubtless such a grand old shelter as this that suggested
these lines :

" If keen blow the wind, and if fast the rain fall,
The storm and the tempest we heed not at all ;
Though fifty stout fellows, bold yeomen, are we,
There is plenty of room in this hollow oak-tree."

Another famous oak was that at Boscobel, which sheltered
Prince, afterwards King, Charles, after his defeat at Worcester.
The dissolute and ungrateful monarch is stated to have subse-
quently visited his sylvan preserver, and to have taken off some
of its acorns and planted them in St. James's Park. Some
people, who do not object to anj^hing likely to conduce to
holiday-making, are fond of wearing oak-apples in their hats
on the 29th of May, the anniversary of the prince's escape.

Associated with more venerable memories are the remains
of Wallace's Oak, in Stirling. It is presumed to have been
the largest tree ever known in Scotland : around it are signs
of a Druidic circle, but its principal sanctity arises from the
legend that under its once great shadow Sir William Wallace
was accustomed to hold the head-quarters of his army.

It is said that there is a tree in the New Forest, called the
Cadenham Oak, which buds annually in the winter, and that
the country-people assert of it, as they do of the Glastonbury
thorn, that it buds only on Christmas-day — a truly appro-
priate emblem of the hospitality, peace, and goodwill usually
so widely spread and generally felt amongst all Christian men
on that day of good tidings.

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C ONVOLVULUS.
(NIGHT.)

" The night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies, "

NEVER had a more beautiful emblem of its majestic love-
liness assigned to it than when the florigraphists chose
the Convolvulus for its representative in their science of sweet
things.

The Major Convolvulus, symbolic of extinguished hopes, is a
native of America; and the Minor Convolvulus, ty^xiyva^repose,
of Southern Europe : the flowers of this latter variety are some-
times pure white, but more frequently are variegated with blue
and yellow, or blue and white : one very beautiful kind is a
bright blue, fading, by delicate gradations, to a pure white in
the centre, and resembles that blue atmosphere, relieved by
fleecy clouds, when, as Keats says,

" On high,
Through clouds of fleecy white laughs the cerulean sky."

Nor is the form of this flower less lovely than its colour, either
when spread out in full beauty to catch the kisses of its bosom
lord, the sun, or when, at the stealthy approach of that star-
covered dame of which it is the peerless symbol, it droops its
graceful neck and shuts its bright blue eye.

In the suburbs of the Eternal City — the seven-hilled Rome
— different species of the convolvulus fling their many-hued
wreaths round the hedges, in some parts decorating both
sides of the road for several miles with a gallant array of
bright leaves and brighter flowers, and the Italians, who pas-
sionately love the beauteous plant, are fond of ornamenting
their verandahs with its chnging wreaths. The Dwarf Con-
volvulus, used to typify the axiom that love levels all, is also a
native of the southern portions of Europe ; its fragile blossoms
are of " rosy red. Love's proper hue."

The English wild varieties of this most graceful of all plants
are commonly called " bindweeds," and of these the Field Con-
volvulus is the best known. Its sweet-scented blossoms, which
emit an almond-scented odour, are mostly striped with white
and rose-colour, but sometimes are of a yellow hue; its deli-

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cate green leaves are very slight and fragile, giving the plant
a general appearance of frailty. And this, added to the know-
ledge that its flowers last only one day, render it a very ap-
propriate emblem o{ fleeting joys. It is a great favourite with
little country lasses, who love to twine a wreath of its delicate
leaves and blossoms round their hats, or twist it about their
flaxen tresses.

The large white bindweed or bearbine is another lovely
member of this beautiful family, and, like its relatives, pos-
sesses the singular property of denoting the sun's course by
twining in opposition to the path of day's luminarj', from right
to left, and it is stated that, so tenacious is it of following its
natural bias, that should it be diverted from it beyond possi-
bility of resuming its way, it will perish. This flower loves to
haunt humid spots, and may often be seen elegantly festoon-
ing a row of drooping willows with its light fetters. Country
people, too accustomed to the loveliness of its large white
flowers to poetise over them, call them " old man's nightcap."
St. Pierre, most delightful of botanists, had a great admiration
for the bearbine ; and well might any lover of nature, for its
blossoms are exceeded by none in purity of whiteness or beauty
of outline, nor are its heart-shaped leaves outrivalled by any
in handsomeness. Never did maiden select a lovelier coronal
with which to wreathe her brow than this :

" Thy brow we '11 twine In sunny showers

With white bearbine, Its wand'ring flowers

And 'mid thy glossy tresses Shall wind iheir wild caresses."

We are too familiar with the loveliness of these wildings
of nature to duly appreciate them ; they are " too much with
'Js " to receive their due meed of praise : were they newly
imported from some tropical clime, their novelty would startle
us into enthusiasm, and their merits would be everywhere
loudly proclaimed ; • and yet we ever find the poet — that voice
of a people's soul — hymning the glories of his native wild
flowers, to the almost total exclusion of their more polished
sisterhood — the florists' flowers. "Lives there a man with
soul so dead," who, in gazing upon the blooming fields and
woodlands of his native land, does not feel that those blossoms
before him are indeed

" Bright missals from angelic throngs"?

Sunflower.

(FALSE RICHES.)

" A foolish mimic sun.''

Robert Browning.

GERARDE, in his " Herbal," and other old writers termed
this flower the "sun marygold;" they also indiscrimi-
nately called marygolds " sunflowers," and vice versa. Some-
times the Sunflower is styled turnsol, from the common belief
that its blossoms always turn towards the sun ; and that they
do not — despite its being termed "a vulgar error" — is not
proven. Be this idea true or false, the poets, no mean autho-
rities — have adopted the popular side, and thrown their valu-
able testimony into the scale. Darwin, even better known as
a botanist than a poet, says that the sunflower

" Climbs the upland lavra,
And bows in homage to the rising dawn.
Imbibes with eagle eye the golden ray,
And watches, as it moves, the orb of day."

Thomson tells us that though as a rule the flowery race
resign their new-flushed bloom before the passing beam, one,

" The lofty follower of the sun.

Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves,
Drooping all night, and, when he warm returns,
Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray."

In his " Irish Melodies " Moore has the comparison —

" As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she tum'd when he rose."

The Spaniards, who share "the vulgar error," in common
with most of their continental neighbours, have, in their Lefi-.
gua de Flares, adopted this flower as the emblem of faith, and
one of their poets thus addresses it :

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" Real faith is like the sun's fair flower,
Which 'midst the clouds that shroud it, and the winds
That wave it to and fro, and all the change
Of air, and earth, and sky, doth rear its head,
And looketh up, still steadfast, to its God."

The classic legend of Clytie has been attached to the sun-
flower. That nymph had been beloved by the fickle Helios,
but it was not long before he transferred his affections to
Leucothoe, daughter of King Orchamus. When Clytie found
herself unable to regain her lover, she informed the Persian
monarch of his daughter's love affair, and he had the unfor-
tunate girl entombed alive. Helios, enraged at the terrible
tragedy, entirely forsook the nymph whose jealousy had caused
it ; and she, overwhelmed with grief, lay prone upon the earth
for nine days and nights without any sustenance, her eyes
continually following the course of her adored sun through
the heavens. At last the gods, less pitiless than her former
admirer, transformed her into a sunflower, and, as Ovid says :

" Still the loved object the fond leaves pursue,
Still move their root, the moving sun to view."

There is a smaller sunflower, the botanical name for which
is Helenium, derived from Helen of Troy, from whose tears it
was supposed to have sprung. Drummond, in his lines upon
the death of Prince Henry, thus alludes to it :

" And thou, O flower! of Helen's tears that's boni,
Into those liquid pearls again now turn."

A work on floral caligraphy says that this blossom has been
made the symbol oi false riches, because gold, of which the
Sunflower is so suggestive, cannot of itself, however abundant
it may be, render a person truly rich ; and thereupon the writer
recounts the story of Pythes. He was a Lydian, and being
possessed of immense mineral wealth, neglected the cultivation
of his lands. His wife, in order to prove to him the inutility
of such riches as he prized, when he sat down to dine had all
the dishes filled with golden imitations of the various eatables.
When the covers were removed, this sensible woman said to
the assembled guests, " I set before you such fare as we have,
for we cannot reap what we do not sow." The lesson produced
due impression upon Pythes, and, it is said, he did not fail to
profit by it.

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322 Sunflower.

The sunflower is said to have been much reverenced in its
native country of Peru on account of the resemblance borne
by its broad disc and surrounding rays to the sun, which lumi-
nary was worshipped by the Peruvians. In their Temple of
the Sun, the priestesses when officiating were crowned with
sunflowers of pure gold ; they also wore them in their bosoms,
and carried them in their hands. The Spanish invaders were
astonished at the profuse, display of gold, and when they first
beheld whole prairies of these flowers in blossom, fancied that
they were composed of the same precious metal.

St. Pierre says the turnsol turns continually towards the
sun, and covers itself — like Peru, the country from which it
comes — with dewy clouds, which cool and refresh its flowers
during the most violent heat of the day.

In Mexico and Peru the sunflower is said to attain a height
of twenty feet and upwards, and to produce blossoms two feet
in diameter.

Old Gerarde states that in his garden at Holborn he pro-
duced this plant, which he styles "the Flower of the Sunne, or
the Marigolde of Peru ; " that it grew to the height of fourteen
feet, and bore flowers sixteen inches across.

The size and brilliance of these flowers have gained for them
the epithet of " gaudy." Maturin, placing them amid a mob
of blossoms, says :

"The gaudy Orient sunflower from the crowd
Uplifts its golden circle."

The sunflower may be too showy for a bouquet, but for back-
grounds it is a most effective ornament, and indeed, frequently
forms the most attractive decoration of a rustic cottage or a
garden wall. Says poor Clare :

"And sunflowers planting for their gilded show,
That scale the window's lattice ere they blow ;
Then, sweet to habitants within the sheds.
Peep through the diamond panes their golden heads."

Robert Browning thus alludes to the story of Rudel, the
ancient French poet, who adopted this splendid blossom as
his emblem :

" I know A mount, the gracious sun perceives
First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves

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The world ; and, vainly favoured, it repays

The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze

By no change of its large, calm front of snow.

And underneath the mount a flower I know.

He cannot have perceived, that changes ever

At his approach ; and, in the lost endeavour

To live his life, has parted, one by one.

With all a flower's true graces, for the grace

Of being but a foolish mimic sun.

With ray-like florets round a disc-like face.

Men nobly call by many a name the mount.

As over many a land of theirs its large

Calm front of snow, like a triumphal targe.

Is reared ; and still with old names fresh ones vie.

Each to its proper praise and own account.

Men call the flower tlie sunflower, sportively."

Laurel. Bay.

(GLORY.) (FAME.)

" We crown with the laurel wreath
The hero-god, the soldier chief."

Eliza Cook.

" Sweet bay-tree, symbol of the song that dreaming poet sings."

Ibid.

"The victor's garland, and the poet's crown."

W. Browne.

HOWEVER easy a task it may be for the botanist, to the
florigraphist it is a work of almost insurmountable
difficulty to distinguish the Laurel from the Bay, so inextri-
cably are they combined. There appears to be little doubt
that the tree really selected to typify glory is the Sweet Bay,
or Daphne ; whilst the laurel, commonly so called, belongs to
another genus, and is scientifically known as Prunus, a word
presumedly of Asiatic origin.

The sweet bay was deemed by both Greeks and Romans
emblematic of victory and clemency. The glories of all grand
deeds were signalized by means of laurel crowns ; its leaves
were deemed very efficacious in the prevention of illness, and
its shelter was believed to ward off lightning.

The emblem oi fame well deserves its cognomen of " sweet,"
the exquisite fragrance exhaled by its leaves, especially when
crushed, is well known. This odoriferous plant was worn by
the Delphic priestesses when engaged in their sacrificial rites,
during which time they were accustomed to chew some of the
leaves and strew them on the sacred fire. The brows of war-
riors and poets, orators and philosophers, sovereigns and priests,
were all adorned with wreaths of these leaves. At the Pythian
games — held in commemoration of Apollo's victory over the
Python — a crown of laurel was the prize. The statue of .(Escu-

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lapius, the son of Apollo, the God of Physic as well as of Music,
was adorned with its leaves; a custom, doubtless, adopted to
propitiate that deity, who, as Potter in his " Grecian Antiqui-
ties " happily remarks, would assuredly guard from injury any
place where he found the emblem of his beloved Daphne.

Physicians held the bay in great esteem, and doubtless from
its associations,,considered it a panacea. When any person was
seized with a dangerous illness, it was customary with the Greeks
to fix a branch of laurel over the dooi-way, in order to avert
death and drive away evil spirits. It is supposed that from
these practices arose the fashion of crowning young doctors of
physic with laurel-berries (bacca lauri), whence is derived the
terms of "bachelor" and "laureate." "Students," says Mr.
Phillips, in his " Sylva Florifera," " who have taken their de-
grees at the Universities, are called bachelors, from the French
bachelier, which is derived from the Latin baccalaureMs, a laurel-
berry. These students were not allowed to marry, lest their
duties of husband and father should take them from their
literary pursuits ; and in time all single men were called ba-
chelors." In " Flora Domestica," Miss Kent very pointedly
remarks that the term of "bachelors" has, with some pro-
priety, " been extended to single men, as the male and female
berries do not grow on the same plant ; and it seems we might,
with equal correctness, bestow the name upon unmarried
ladies."

Theophrastus tells us that the superstitious man of his time
was accustomed to keep a bay-leaf in his mouth all day, to
preserve him from misfortunes ; whilst Theocritus says that it
was usual with lovers to burn laurel as a means of exciting
love in the bosoms of those on whom they had fixed their
affection.

Hardy and flourishing as the bay-tree appears, when it
withers, it withers very rapidly ; and this circumstance ren-
ders it likely that the following allusion in the Thirty-seventh
Psalm applies to this tree : " I have seen the wicked in great
power, and spreading himself like a green bay-tree. Yet he
passed away, and lo, he was not ; yea, I sought him, but he
could not be found."

Formerly this rapid decay of the bay-tree was considered an
cmen of disaster ; and it is stated that, previous to the death

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of Nero — an event, one would have thought, the opposite to
©minous — though the winter was very mild, all these trees
withered to the root, and that a great pestilence in Padua was
preceded by the same phenomenon. The laurel had so great
a reputation for clearing the air and averting contagious com-
plaints, that during a raging plague, Claudius was advised by
his physicians to remove his Court to Laurentium, so celebrated
for its laurels. It had also the power ascribed to it of being a
safeguard against lightning, of which Tiberius was very fear-
ful ; and, in order to avoid which, it is said, would creep under
his bed, and shade his head with laurel boughs.

This superstitious idea survived to recent times. William
Browne tells us that " bay.s, being the materials of poets' gar-
lands, are supposed not subject to any hurt of Jupiter's thunder-
bolts, as other trees are ; " and also sings :

"Where bays still grow, by thunder not struck down.
The victor's garland and the poet's crown."

Of course, old Culpepper — who would have fully compre-
hended the meaning of his significant name had he written in
these days of all-powerful criticism — did not overlook this
curious belief, and accordingly we find him expatiating in his
usual quaint style upon this tree : " Resisting witchcraft very
potently, as also all the evils old Saturn can do the body of
man, and they are not a few ; for it is the speech of one — and
I am mistaken if it were not Mizaldus — that neither witch nor
devil, thunder nor lightning, will hurt a man where a bay-tree
is. . . . The berries are very effectual against all poisons of
venomous creatures, as also against the pestilence, and other
infectious diseases."

This presumed power of averting lightning is alluded to in
the device of the Count de Dunois, which Madame de Genlis
mentions as being a bay-tree, with the motto, " I defend the
earth that bears me ; " and Leigh Hunt, in his " Descent of
Liberty," thus adverts to the belief:

' Long have you my laurels worn, Only would you keep it brightening

And though some under-leaves be torn And its power to shake the light-
Here and there, yet what remains ning

Still its pointed green retains, Harmless down its glossy ears,

And still an easy shade supplies Suffer not so many years

To your calm-kept watchful eyes. To try what tliey can bend and spoil.

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The laurel bears the classic appellation of Daphne, because
of the ancient legend connecting it with the nymph of that
name, who, according to Ovid, was daughter of the river-god
Peneus. Apollo beheld her, and at once became enamoured of
her beauty ; but the fair Daphne fled from his importunities,
and, fearful of being caught, called to the gods for assistance :
they answered her prayers by transforming her into the laurel.
Apollo finding that he held nothing but a hard tree in his
embrace, saluted its vivid green leaves with fond kisses, crowned
his head with its leaves, and ordained that ever after that tree
should be sacred to his godhead. Ovid thus recounts this fact :

" I espouse thee for my tree :
Be thou the prize of honour and renown ;
The deathless poet and the poem crown.
Thou shall the Roman festivals adorn.
And, after poets, be by victors worn."

By the Romans this tree was as much honoured as it was by
their Hellenic predecessors. The palace gates of the Caesars
and of the chief priests were adorned by it ; the emperors wore
it, and their physicians recommended it ; the generals were
crowned with it in their triumphal processions, at which times,
indeed, so far was its symbolism carried, that all the flags and
warlike instruments were dressed up with it, and even every
private soldier carried a sprig of it in his hand ; also despatches
announcing a victory were wrapped up in, and ornamented
with, leaves of bay.

Even in the middle ages these trees retained their popularit}-,
and thus we read of famous poets having been publicly crowned
with wreaths of laurel. We may, with the authoress of " Flora
Domestica," exclaim, " How many grand and delightful images
does the very name of this tree awaken in our minds ! The
warrior thinks of the victorious general returning in triumph
to his country, amidst the shouts of an assembled populace ;
the prince of imperial Caesar, the poet, and the man of taste
see Petrarch crowned in the Capitol. Women, who are enthu-
siastic admirers of genius in any shape, think of all these by
turns, and almost wonder how Daphne could have had the
heart to run so fast from that most godlike of all heathen
gods, Apollo."

Spenser seems to have felt with the weaker sex the slight

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shown to his poetic chief, for he thus vindictively speaks of the
cold nymph :

" Proud Daphne, scorning Phoebus' lovely fire,
On the Thessalian shore from him did flee ;
For which the gods, in their revengeful ire,
Did her transform into a laurel-tree."

The Abbe St. Pierre observes that the laurel grows in abun-
dance on the banks of the river Peneus, in Thessaly, which
might well give occasion to the fable of the metamorphosis of
Daphne, the daughter of that river's deity.

Virgil celebrates the filial affection of this tree, remarking
that the little Bay of Parnassus shelters itself under the great
shade of its mother ; and Evelyn observes that, whilst young,
this tree will not thrive well but under its mother's shade,
where nothing else will thrive.

Petrarch never wearies of celebrating the praises of this tree,
invariably associating it with the name of his beloved Laura ;
and he acknowledged it to have been one of the greatest
delights he ever experienced, when, as he was crowned with it
at Rome, he thought how often he had connected its beauties
with the name of his heart's darling.

Tasso also coupled this tree with his lady-love ; and the
following lines are a prettily-rendered translation of a lyric he
addressed to a laurel-leaf in her hair :

" O glad triumphal bough.
That now adornest conquering chiefs, and now
Clippest the brows of overruling kings :

From victory to victory
Thus climbing on, through all the heights of story.
From worth to worth, and glory unto glory;

To finish all, O gentle a.nd royal tree.
Thou reignest now upon that flourishing head,
At whose triumphant eyes Love and our souls are led."

Our English poets have not omitted to render all due
honours to this famous tree. Chaucer bestows the laurel upon
the Knights of the Round Table, the Paladins of Charlemagne,
and some other heroes of antiquity,

" That in their times did right worthily.
*****
For one lefe given of that noble tree
To any wight that hath done worthily
Is more honour than anything erthly."

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It has been observed that Chaucer alludes to the genuine
Parnassian laurel, and not to the usurper of the title, since he
speaks of its delicious odour.

Eliza Cook, in her symbolic poem of " The Wreaths," speaks
of both:

" Whom do we crown with the laurel-leaf?
The hero-god, the soldier chief;
But we dream of the crushing cannon-wheel,
Of the flying shot and the reeking steel.
Of the crimson plain where warm blood smokes.
Where clangour deafens and sulphur chokes ;
Oh, who can love the laurel wreath,
Pluck'd from the gory field of death ?

" But there 's a green and fragrant leaf
Betokens nor revelry, blood, nor grief;
'T is the purest amaranth springing below.
And rests on the calmest, noblest brow.
It is not the right of the monarch or lord.
Nor purchased by gold, nor won by the swotd ;
For the lowliest temples gather a ray
Of quenchless light from the palm of bay.

" Oh, beautiful bay ! I worship thee —
I homage thy wreath — I cherish thy tree ;
And of all the chaplets Fame may deal,
'T is only to this one I would kneel.
For as Indian fly to the banian branch,
When tempests lower and thunders launch,
So the spirit may turn from crowds and strife,
And seek from the bay- wreath ioy and life."

This popular poetess has also a thoroughly emblematical
poem to her favourite bay-tree in her last collection of poems.

The Floral Oracle.

OF all the various symbolic uses to which flowers have
been put, none probably have afforded more amuse-
ment than The Floral Oracle. The system of divination
practised by means of these beautiful objects undergoes various
modifications in different countries, but the following mode
will be found to be the simplest and most correct : Arrange a
certain number of flowers together ; let their names, and the
significations appropriate to them, be written down, and then
let each person select or draw one flower by lot ; and the
meaning attached to that blossom will typify the future con-
sort's characteristics. The subjoined list will fully explain this
pretty game :

Candid,

A ntbitioits.

Musical,

Hospitable.

Imaginative,

L,azy.

Wealthy.

Aged.

Mela nckoly.

Stufid,

Nervous.

Surly.

Sarcastic.

Domineering.

Self-sacnficiiig.

Jocular.

This catalogue might be considerably enlarged, but as it is
permissible for the manipulator to change the significations
when requisite, the above will be quite sufficient to guide the
judgment in adding any other flowers.

The next portion of the game is the revelation of the in-
tended's profession or occupation, and must be practised in
the same method as the first, thus :

A Laurel-leaf typifies A poet.

Apple-blossom „ A lawyer.

Cypress „ A doctor.

Tulip „ A freeliotder.

Rose (Red) .

. Affectionate.

Violet (White)

„ (White)

. Modest.

Hollyhock

" (Pink).

. Bashful.

A Reed.

„ (Yellow)

Jealous.

Oak-leaf .

Aster .

. Fickle,

Hyacinth

Pink .

Haughty.

Poppy .

t)alsy .

. Gentle.

Marygold

Tulip .

Passionate.

AFig . .

Cornflower ,

Extravagant.

Geranium (Scented)
(Scarlet)

Stock .

. Hasty

Jasmine
Heart *5-ease.

. Amiable.

Mimosa

. Thoughtful.

Thistle.

Lily ..

. Graceful,

Foxglove

Mezereon .

. A flirt.

Laurel .

Mignonette .

Talented.

Myrtle .

Primrose

. Simplicity.

Thyme .

A Lily

typifies A nobleman.

A Rose

„ An artist.

A Thistle

„ A soldier.

An Oak-leat

„ A farmer.

The Floral Oracle. 331

This oracle cannot fail to excite much harmless mirth ; but
some kinds of floral divinations, as these pages testify, have
oft produced deeper thoughts and more serious consequences.

A favourite plan of attempting to peep into futurity by
means of floral agency is practised by abstracting the petals
of flowers, and with each innocent floral theft using such alter-
nate words as those in the following verses. It is a custom of
considerable antiquity, and is still affectionately preserved in
many different lands. A flower of the aster kind is generally
made use of for the purpose, although daisies and other blooms
occasionally serve for the same operations, and, there can be
little doubt, are equally efficacious. Gothe, in the garden scene
of " Faust," introduces the rural custom in order to illustrate
the childish simplicity of Margaret. In a poem entitled " The
Decision of the Flower," L. E. L. thus alludes to the incident :

" The maiden found her mystic flower. He loves not— he loves me — ^he loves
' Now, gentle flower, I pray thee tell me not —

If my lover loves me, and loves me well ; He loves me — ^yes, thou last leaf, yes —

So may the fall of the morning dew I'll pkick thee not for that last sweet
Keep the sun from fading thy tender guess!

blue. Helovesme.' 'Yesl'adearvoicesighed,

Now I number the leaves for my lot : And herloverstands by Margaret's side. "

One of those noble sons which fair Columbia hath sent forth
to hymn the praises of the motherland, James Lowell — as true
a poet in thought and word as ever breathed — has not soared
so high but that he could stoop to pluck a few terrestrial blos-
soms, and in these sweet fancies, sent with a pressed flower,
finds pleasant pens^es in this pretty practice of divination :

" This little flower from afar, " And thou must count its petals weU,
Hath come from other lands to thine; Because it is a gift from me;
For once its white and drooping star And tlie last one of all shall tell
Could see its shadow in the RMne. Something I 've often told to thee.

"Perchancesomefair-hairedGermanmaid "But here at home, where we were
Hath plucked one from the self-same bom,

stalk. Thou wilt find flowers just as true,

And numbered over, half afraid, Down-bending every Summer mom

Its petals in her evening walk. With freshness of New England dew.

" 'He loves me, loves me not!' she cries; "For Nature, ever kind to love,

'He loves me more than earth or heaven ! ' Hath granted them the sa7ite sweet tongue.
And then glad tears have filled her eyes Whether with German skies above,
To find the number was uneven. Or here our granite rocks among."

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Ihe Floral Oracle.

Browne, of "Pastoral" fame, alludes thus to some olden
floral custom :

" The primroses, when with six leaves gotten grace,
Maids as a true-love in their bosoms place."

This custom is probably akin to a curious old one still
practised in some country places with the rose: thus, on Mid-
summer-eve, any girl who wishes to peep into futurity, goes
backwards in a garden, and, without speaking a word, gathers
a rose. She puts the flower away in a sheet of white paper,
and does not look at it again until Christmas-day, when it will
be found as fresh as in June. If she then places it in her bosom,
he that is to be her husband will come and take it out ; but
if, prompted by curiosity, she prys into the packet before the
appointed time, the charm will be broken.

" The moss-rose that, at fall of dew,
Ere eve its duskier curtain drew,
Was freshly gathered from its stem,
She values as the ruby gem ;
And, guarded from the piercing air,
With all an anxious lover's care,
She bids it, for her shepherd's sake.
Await the New Year's frolic wake —

When, faded, in its alter'd hue
She reads the rustic is untrue;
But if its leaves the crimson paint,
Her sickening hopes no longer faint.
The rose upon her bosom worn,
She meets him at the peep of morn ;
And lo ! her lips with kisses prest.
He plucks it from her panting breast."

In Owen's " Welsh Dictionary," the natives of Cambria are
said to have a play in which the youth of both sexes seek for
an even-leaved sprig of the ash ; and the first of either sex
that finds one calls out, " cyniver," and is answered by the first
of the other that succeeds ; and these two, if the omen fails not,
are to be joined in wedlock.

Gesner, the pastoral poet and botanist, says that the lads
and lasses of certain Swiss villages proved the sincerity of their
lovers by placing' a petal of the poppy-blossom in the hollow
of the left hand-palm, and then striking it with the other hand.
If it broke with a sharp report, it attested the fidelity of the
wooer; whilst if, on the contrary, it failed to break, it proved
his or her faithlessness :

" By a prophetic poppy-leaf I found
Your changed affection, for it gave no sound.
Though in my hand struck hollow as it lay ;
But quickly withered, like your love, away. "

It is the custom with some young folks to burn the holly and

The Floral Oracle. 333

other evergreens used for decoration at Christmas, so many-
eves after that national festival, and according to the brilliancy
and crackling of the leaves in the fire, so do they draw morals
as to the steadfastness or falsehood of their admirers.

A writer on various matrimonial and amatory superstitious
customs, observes that the belief in the efficacy of St. John's-
wort is very widely spread, and gives the following version of
a poem transcribed from a German publication;

' The young maid stole through the cottage door.
And blushed as she sought the plant of power.
' Thou silver glowworm, O lend me thy light,
I must gather the mystic St. John's-wort to-night ;
The wonderful herb, whose leaf will decide
If the coming year shall make me a bride ! '
And the glowworm came
With its silvery flame.
And sparkled and shone
Thro' the night of St. John;
And soon as the young maid her love-knot tied.

" With noiseless tread

To her chamber she sped.
Where the spectral moon her white beams shed.
' Bloom here, bloom here, thou plant of power.
To deck the young bride in her bridal hour !'
But it drooped its head, that plant of power.
And died the mute death of the voiceless flower;
And a withered wreath on the ground it lay,
More meet for a burial than bridal day.
And when a year was past away.
All pale on her bier the young maid lay I

And the glowworm came

With its silvery flame,

And sparkled and shone

Thro' the night of St. John;
And they closed the cold grave o'er the maid's cold clay."

Many other somewhat similar floral oracles are yet consulted
in various parts of the world, and many somewhat resemblant
customs are still practised, as will be perceived by the student
of this volume, wherein may be discovered some amusing
modes of consulting these modern Sibylline Leaves, with a
certainty of obtaining oracular responses.

There yet, however, remains some customs appertaining to
florigraphy which must be noticed here, not the least inte-
resting of which are those mysterious ceremonies connected
with the festival of Saint Valentine, the patron saint of matri-

334 The Floral Oracle.

monially-inclined birds and lovers ; and upon the eve of whose
day — that sacred day to which the crocus is dedicated — ''all
the rising generation," observes an unloveable author, "feel
that they have reached the years of indiscretion, and think it
full time for them to fall in love, or be fallen in love with.
Accordingly, infinite are the crow-quills that move mincingly
between embossed margins,

" ' And those rhyme now who never rhymed before,

And those who always rhymed now rhyme the more ! ' '

As a tribute to the saint, Montgomery has placed the fol-
lowing valentine wreath upon the vernal shrine of the New
Year:

" Rosy red the hills appear " O'er the margin of the flood

With the hght of morning, PIuclc the daisy peeping;

Beauteous clouds, in aether clear, Througli the covert of the wood

All the east adorning; Hunt the sorrel creeping;

White through mist the meadows shine : With the little celandine
Wake, my love, my valentine 1 Crown my love, my valentine I

" For thy locks of raven hue, " Pansies on their lowly stems

Flowers of hoar-frost pearly, Scattered o'er the fallows,

Crocus-cups of gold and blue. Hazel-buds with crimson gems.

Snowdrops drooping early. Green and glossy sallows,

With mezereon-si^rigs combine : Tufted moss and ivy twine.

Rise, my love, my valentine ! Deck my love, my valentine 1

"Few and simple flow'rets these ;
Yet to me less glorious
Garden-beds and orchard-trees 1

Since this wreath victorious
Binds you now for ever mine,
O my love, my valentine I "

A very ancient custom in vogue on the eve of the anxiously-
awaited Fourteenth of February is thus described in the almost
forgotten "Connoisseur:" "Last Friday was Valentine's Day,
and the night previous I got five bay-leaves, and pinned four
of them to the four corners of my pillows, and the fifth to the
middle; and then, if I dreamt of my sweetheart, I was told
that we should be married before the year was out." Whether
the fates proved propitious deponent does not state. Another
and more daring attempt to wrest, by means of florigraphic
oracles, the secrets of futurity, is practised by country maidens
on St. Mark's-eve. Towards dusk they proceed to the church
porch, and there place a bouquet of certain symbolic flowers

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in a position where it may readily be found in the dark ; they
then return home and await the approach of midnight. Just
before twelve o'clock strikes they once more proceed to the
church, and the one who seeks to learn her fate remains in the
porch until the hour has struck : the girl's friends are permitted
to accompany her as far as the gate of the churchyard, but
beyond that she must perform her adventurous journey alone.
When she gains the bouquet she beholds, if she is to be married
within the year, a wedding procession pass by, with a bride in
her own likeness, walking with that of her future husband: as
many bridesmen and maidens as she sees following the bridal
pair, so many months will elapse before the foreshadowed
wedding. If she is to die unmarried, then the expected pro-
cession will be a funeral, consisting of a coffin covered with a
white pall, and borne on the shoulders of twelve seeming head-
less phantoms.

In a fiction attributed to Hannah More, it is related that,
among other superstitious practices of a certain Sally Evans,
" she would never go to bed on Midsummer-eve without stick-
ing up in her room the well-known plant called midsiiinmer
mew, as the bending of the leaves to the right or to the left
would never fail to tell her whether her lover was true or false."
The plant here alluded to is better known as orpine, and the
above custom is thus adverted to in the " Cottage Girl," a poem
purporting to have been written on Midsummer-eve, 1786:

" The rastic maid invokes her swain, " Oft on the shrub she casts her eye,
And hails, to pensive damsels dear. That spoke her true-love's secret sigh.

This eve, though direst of the year. Or else, alas ! too plainly told

« * « « » Her true-love's faithless heart was cold."

Such floral customs, as everyone knows, are not confined to
one particular nation or one especial district, but are practised
with unimportant alterations in every country of the globe,
and by all peoples.

rsi^i^^^^^v^

Typical Bouquets.

THE editor of a well-arranged language of flowers, chiefly
translated from the French, tells us that in the East a
bouquet of token-flowers, "ingeniously selected and put to-
gether for the purpose of communicating in secret and expres-
sive language the sentiments of the heart, is called a salaam,

or salutation Written love-letters would often be

inadequate to convey an idea of the feelings which are thus
expressed through the medium of flowers. Thus orange-
blossoms signify hope ; marygolds, despair ; sunflowers, con-
stancy ; roses, beauty ; and tulips represent the complaints of
infidelity. This hieroglyphic language is known only to the
lover and his mistress. In order to envelope it more com-
pletely in the veil of secrecy, the significations of the different
flowers are changed in conformity with a preconcerted plan :
for example, the rose is employed to express the idea which
would otherwise be attached to the amaranth ; the carnation
is substituted for the pomegranate-blossom, and so on."

The Chinese and Persian ladies have much of that taste
and love of beauty and elegance which belong especially to
Oriental nations, and signify their love, friendship, anger, dis-
dain, and other feelings by various blossoms formed into bou-
quets ; and to them the flowers convey a language of their
own. We are told that in Persia, for instance, the tulip, whose
blossom in its native country is scarlet, while the centre of its
glowing cup is black, is used to express warm affection, and,
when sent by a lover, will convey to the object of his attach-
ment the idea that, like this flower, his face is warm, and his
heart consumed as a coal.

The gradual progress of affection is expressed by the gift of
a rose in its various developments, from the small rosebud to
the fully expanded blossom ; and despair is signified by the

TypiCAL Bouquets. 337

nosegay formed of myrtle entwined with the cypress and
poppy. The two latter symbols would find a ready interpre-
tation in any country ; but to us the gay tulip might seem ill
adapted to convey sentiment, and would rather remind us of
that display which courts admiration. The bergamotte and
jasmine, both of which in Eastern countries possess the most
powerful fragrance, are beautifully emblematic of the sweets ot
friendship.

Reverting next to India, which, as a florigraphical authority
states, " may be regarded as the cradle of poetry," we are in-
formed that it is customary there to express by the combina-
tion of flowers those sentiments of the heart which are regarded
as too refined and sacred to be communicated through the
common medium of words. The young females of Amboyna
are singularly ingenious in the art of conversing in the language
of flowers and fruits. Yet this language, like that employed
in Turkey and in other parts of the East, bears little resem-
blance to that with which we have been hitherto acquainted in
Europe ; although, according to the received notion, we were
indebted for our first knowledge of this language to the Cru-
saders and to pilgrims who visited the Holy Land.

Lady Montague tells us that in Turkey you may, through
the assistance of these emblems, either quarrel, reproach, or
send letters of passion, friendship, or civility, or even news,
without ever inking your fingers ; for there is no weed, no fruit,
no herb, nor flower, that has not a verse belonging to it. So,
too, no Turkish lady would send a congratulatory message, or
a ceremonious invitation, without sending with it some em-
blematical flowers, carefully wrapped in an embroidered hand-
kerchief, made fragrant by the odours of other flowers, which
conveyed also an emblematical meaning. But these are merely
fragments of the customs of the Eastern nations, where all was
symbol, emblem, and allegory, and where imagination usurped
the power and controlled even the affairs of state.

In his "Letters on Greece," Castellan remarks that, when
he was passing through a valley on the Bosphorus, his atten-
tion was engaged by an incident thoroughly characteristic of
Oriental life. Beneath the grated window of a small country
villa stood a young Turk, serenading the object of his aff'ection
with some such lay as this :

338 Typical Bouquets.

"The nightingale wanders from flower to flower.
Seeking the rose, his heart's only prize;
Thus did my love change every hour,
Until I saw thee, light of my eyes ! "

On the conclusion of this love ditty, the lattice of the win-
dov/ was opened, and a small white hand dropped a. bouquet
of flowers, which was picked up and eagerly scrutinized by the
serenader. Apparently satisfied by the message thus conveyed,
he fastened it to his turban, signified his approval to the con-
cealed donor, and withdrew. From his garb he appeared no-
thing more than a poor water-carrier ; but, says the Turkish
proverb, " however high a woman's head may be, her feet touch
the earth." The hidden damsel was, it appears, actually the
daughter of a wealthy Jew.

There is an appropriate passage in the " Bride of Abydos "
relating to a token-bouquet :

" She saw in curious order set,

The fairest flowers of Eastern land :
He loved them once — may touch them yet,

If offered by Zuleika's hand.
The childish thought was hardly breathed
Before the rose was plucked and wreathed ;
The next fond moment saw her seat
Her fairy form at Selim's feet.
' This rose, to calm my brother's fears,
A message from the bulbul* bears ;
It says, to-night he will prolong.
For Selim's ear, his sweetest song ;
And though his note is somewhat sad,
He '11 try, for once, a strain more glad.
With some faint hope, his altered lay
May sing these gloomy thoughts away.' "

The delicate manner in which the French make use of this
sweet mode of floral correspondence may be gathered from
this " Dialogue " of Christine Fire :

THE LOVER. THE LADY.

"I give to thee the Autumn rose, "I give to thee the aspen-leaf —

Let it say how dear thou art j 'T is to show I tremble still

All my lips dare not disclose. When I muse on all the grief

Let it whisper to thy heart ; Love can cause, if false or ill ;

How love draws my soul to thee. How, too, many have believed.

Without language thou may'st see. Tnisted long, and been deceived.

Nightingale,

Y'vpicAL Bouquets. 339

LOVER. LADY.

"I give to thee a faded wreath, " I give to thee the honey-floWer,

Teaching thee, alas! too well. Courteous, best, and bravest knight;

How I spent my latest breath. Fragrant in the Summer shower.

Seeking all my truth to tell; Shrinking from the sunny light:

But thy coldness made me die May it not an emblem prove

Victim of thy cruelty. Of untold, but tender love?"

Many of the Scotch poets have availed themselves of the
charming fancies of floralic emblems with which to paint the
emotions of loving, and portray the beauties of their beloved.
None of them have made more successful incursions into these
tempting blossomy realms of floral romance than has Burns,
as for instance, in his pretty " Posie," of which lyric. Professor
Wilson remarked, that similar sentiments inspired Meleager,
in the composition of his symbolic " Garland of Heliodora : "

" O luve will venture in where it dauma weel be seen;
O luve will venture in where wisdom aince has been ;
But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood sae green — ■
And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.

" The primrose I will pu', the firstling of the year.
And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear.
For she 's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer —
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

" I '11 pu' the budding rose when Phoebus peeps in view.
For it 's like a bonnie kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou' ;
The hyacinth for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue —
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

" The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair.
And in her lovely bosom I '11 place the lily there ;
The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air —
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

" The hawthorn I will pu', with its locks o' siller gray.
Where, like an aged man, it stands at break of day.
But the songster's nest within the bush I winna' tak' away —
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

" The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near,
And the diamond-drops of dew shall be her een sae clear;
The violet 's for modesty which weel she fa's to wear —
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

" I '11 tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve.
And I '11 place it in her breast, and I '11 swear by a* above.
That to my latest draught of life the band shall ne'ei remove —
And this will be a posie to my ain dear May."

How, had he read this heartfelt " simple lay," could Holmes

have sung :

22 — a

34° Typical Bouquets.

" Can a simple lay,
Flung on thy bosom like a girl's bouquet.
Do more than deck thee for an idle hour,
Then fall unheeded, fading like the flower?"

How, indeed, could he have rhymed — he who tells us "with-
ered flowers recall forgotten love " — had he even had such a
gossip with a bouquet as did Mrs. Sigourney, wherein she did
^onjure the fair typical creatures to

" Speak, speak, sweet guests !

Yes, ope your lips in words,
'T is my delight to talk with you, and fain
1 'n have an answer. I 've been long convinced
You understand me ; ''

for, as this same sweet poetess says, though their

" Language is slow.
Yet theirs is a love

Simple and sure, that asks no discipline
Of weary years, — the language of the soul
Told through the eye "

by means of emblematic flowers.

What a boon to lovers this fragrant language must be !
Well might Leigh Hunt exclaim, " in words that breathe " as
sweetly as the subject of his verse :

" An exquisite invention this. Taking due care one's flowers of speech

Worthy of love's most honied kiss. To guard from blight as well as bathos.

This art of writing hUlet doux And watering, every day, one's pathos.

In buds and odours, and bright hues: ,. , , ^^ . , .

In saying aU one feels and thinks ^ letter comes just gathered : we

In clever daffodils and pinks, J5°'«, °" "^ ^f^'^f'^ bnUiancy ;

Uttering (as well as silence may) ]!'}?, '" ! ^^ expression

The sweetest words the sweetest way : ?/ balm and pea ; and its confession.

How fit, too, for the lady's bosom, ^""^^ ^"1» ^ P'f' a maiden blush

The place where billet doux repose 'em. ^s ever morn bedew d m bush;

^ "^ And then, when we have kissed its wit,

" How charming in some rural spot, And heart, in water putting it.

Combining lave with garden plot. To keep its remarks fresh, go round

At once to cultivate one's flowers, Our little eloquent plot of ground.

And one's epistolary powers. And with delighted hands compose

Growing one's own choice words and Our answer, all of lily and rose,

fancies Of tuberose and of violet.

In orange-tubs and beds of pansies ; And little darling Cmignonelte),

One's sighs and passionate declarations And gratitude and polyanthus,

In odorous rhet'ric of carnations ; And flowers that say, ' Felt never man
Seeing how far one's stocks will reach; thus !'"

Although, in these typical bouquets, much must depend on

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341

the character of the messages intended to be conveyed ; i:2Jon
the variety of the flowers obtainable ; and upon the ingenuity
of the sender — the following few simple examples of floral
epistles may not prove unacceptable :

Example Bouquets.

I — May Maternal Love protect your Youth in Innocence and Joy.

EmbUms reqttired:

Youth.
Intwcati t,

yoy.

II. — Your Friendliness bids me hope to obtain your Love.

Emblems required:
\\-y or Acacia, Fi-iendship. Snowdrop or Hawthorn, Hope. Myrtle or Rose, LotfS,

III. — Let the Bonds of Marriage unite us.

Emblems required:
Blue Convolvulus, Bonds. Linden-leaf or Yellow Ivy, Matrimony. A few Straws, Union.

IV. — Keep your Promise to meet me to-night. Do not Forget.

Emblems required:
Keep yoitr protftise. | Convolvulus . . Night.

Moss

Maternal love.

Primroses

Bearded CrepJs, or

Daisy

Juniper

Protection.

Wood Sorrel

Plum-blossom
Sweet Pea

A meeting.

Forget-me-not ,

Do not/orgei.

A Red Rose, / love you.

VL — By Foresight you will surmount vour Difficulties.

Emblems required:
Holly, Foresight. Mistletoe, You "will surmount your difficultiet,

VII.— To Love is a Pleasure, a Happiness, which intoxicates; to cease to Lovh i3i

CEASING to exist; IT IS TO HAVE BOUGHT THIS SAD TRUTHI THAT InNOCENCE

is Falsehood, Love an Art, and Happiness a Dream.
EmiUms required:

Pink .

Pure iove.

Nightshade

Truth.

Wood Sorrel or Ivy Joy.

Daisy .

Innocence.

Sweet Sultan .

Happiness.

Bugloss

Falsehood

Vine-leaf

Intoxication.

Myrtle

Love.

Pink, reversed

Cessation of love.

Acanthus .

An art.

Lucem, reversed

Cessation of lije.

Sweet Su!3a .

Happittesi

Wheat-ear

A purchase.

Poppy .

Sleep.

A dead leaf .

Sadness,

Emblematic Garlands.

"They tell in a garland their loves and cares."

EMBLEMATIC GARLANDS hold such an important
position in floral symbolism that, despite the many
allusions to them in various portions of this work, it was
deemed undesirable to leave them without the honour of a
distinct chapter.

What a prominent part wreaths and garlands played in the
social histories of Greece, Rome, and the middle ages of
Europe has already been depicted in former pages ; it there-
fore only remains to turn to our poets, and hear what sweet
things they have to say upon the subject. Our older bards
were frequently accustomed to make their heroes

" Gather a wreath from the garden bowers.
And tell the wish of their hearts in flowers;"

and none have left more noteworthy examples than William
Browne and Michael Drayton, the latter of whom, in his
" Muses' Elysium," thus heralds the way :

'* The garland long ago was worn
As Time pleased to bestow it :
The laurel onl> to adorn
The comjueror and the poet,

" The palm his due who, uncontroU'd,
On danger looking gravely,
When Fate had done tlie worst it could,
Who bore his fortune bravely.

" Most worthy of the oaken wreath
The ancients hnn esteemed
Who in a battle had from death
Some man of worth redeemed.

" A wreath of vervain heralds wear.
Among our garlands named,

Being sent the dreadful news to bear,
Offensive war proclaim'd.

" The sign oi peace who first displays
The olive wreath possesses;
The lover with the myrtle sprays
Adonis his crisped tresses.

" In love, the ssA forsaken wight.
The willow garland weareth;
The funeral w.ght, befitting night,
The baleful cypress bearetk.

" 'I'o Pan we dedicate the pine,

Whose slips the shepherd graceth ;
Again, the ivy and the vine

On the swoll'n Bacchus placeth."

Emblematic Garlands.

343

Amongst modern garlanders, Eliza Cook, in her poem of
" The Wreaths," has entered fully into the spirit of these
typical coronals, but as the poem will be met with in another
section of this book, we will pass on to these lines, from the
"Oriental Love-letter" of Mrs. Pickersgill:

" Within the harem's still retreat,
Sitara, at that lovely hour
Of eve, had sought her lonely seat.
And on embroidered couches laid,
Reclin'd the pensive Moslem maid.
In vain the beauteous woodbine's

wound,
Like Love's light bonds, the casement

round.
Wafting their tribute of perfiime.
And laughing in their roseate bloom ;
Yon all n^lected lay her lute
Whose every moving strain was mute ;
No longer was her buoyant song
Borne by the southern breeze along.
Nor flowers, nor lute, nor sparkling

stream.
Could woo her from Love's witching

dream.
Though close within the harem bower
They deem'd her safe from Love's fond

power.
Yet in what deep sequester'd cell
Will not the winged urchin dwell?
For e'en within a flow'ry wreath
Young Love his first fond vows may

breathe,
And bright emblem flowers declare
Joy — Absence — Thraldom — Hope —

Despair !

" Perchance amid those flowers he dwells.
Nestling beneath the myrtle-bells.

And on its fragrance wafts a sigh
While sunned beneath her radiant eye.
And e'en those buds of crimson hue
Breathe vows of love, both pure and

true.
While the bright golden flow'ret bears
His ever-changing hopes and fears ;
And Beauty's type, the joyous rose.

Unfolds the soft and flattering tale.
That her young cheek vnth liLstre glows.

Which makes his vaunted bloom seem
pale.
Then may not her young bosom well
Receive the vows those emblems tell ;
And her dark downcast eye reveal
Thoughts which her tongue might else

conceal?
And why, then, from the garland's pride
Does she those simple flowers divide.
And place them pensively apart,
As if some chord within her heart
Vibrated? Know, amidst their bloom

Those purple buds of absence breathe.
Which well might shed a passing gloom

O'er her fair brow — did not the
wreath
Of fairy Hope from Spring's bright

flowers
Shine in those tufts of snowy flowers.
Which, joined with Memory's solace, still
Shield's Love's young buds from Win-
ter's chill."

Pringle, one of old Scotia's peasant bards, has also arranged
these " interpreters of love " in a representative wreath :

" I sought the garden's gay parterre.
To cull a wreath for Mary's hair.
And thought I surely here might find
Some emblem of her lovely mind,
Where taste displays the varied bloom
Of Flora's beauteous drawing-room.
And first of peerless form and hue.
The stately lily caught my view,
Fair bending from her graceful stem

Like queen with regal diadem ;

But though I vie%ved her with delight,

She seem'd too much to woo the sight —

A fashionable belle — to shine

In some more courtly wreath than

mine:
I turned, and saw a tempting row
Of flaunting tulips, full in blow ;
But left them with their gaudy dyes

344 Emblematic Garlands.

To Nature's beaux — the butterflies. Of friends that change as fortunes shift !

Bewildered 'mid a thousand hues, Tired of the search, I bent my way

Still harder grew the task to choose : Where Teviot's haunted waters stray ;

Here, delicate carnations bent And from the wild flowers of the grove

Their heads in lovely languishment — I framed a garland for my love :

Much as a pensive Miss expresses. The slender circlet first to twine

With neck declined, her soft distresses I I plucked the rambling eglantine,

There, gay jonquils in foppish pride That decked the cliffs in clusters free,

Stood by the painted lily's side, As sportive and as sweet as she :

And hollyhocks superbly tall I stole the violet from the brook,

Beside the crown imperial ; Though hid like her in shady nook,

But still, 'midst all this gorgeous glow, And wove it with the mountain thyme —

Seemed less of sweetness than of show. The myrtle of our stormy clime :

While close beside in warning grew The harebell looked like Mary's eye.

The allegoric thyme and me. The blush-rose breathed her tender sigli,

There, too, stood that fair-weather And daisies, bathed in dew, exprest

flower, Her innocent and gentle breast.

Which, faithful still in .sunshine hour. And now, my Mary's brow to braid.

With fervent adoration turns This chaplet in her bower is laid,

Its breast where golden Phoebus burns — A fragrant emblem, fresh and wild,

Base symbol (which I scorned to lift) Of simple Nature's sweetest child."

Percival, one of the countless multitudes of new and true
minstrels who have sprung up during the last half-century in
" the land of the free," has in the annexed emblematic wreath
expressed the American fondness for that Oriental fancy — the
language of flowers :

" In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,

And they tell in a garland their loves and cares :
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.

" The rose is a sign of joy and love.

Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ;

And the mildness that suits the gentle dove.

From the myrtle's snowy flower is drawn.

" Innocence shines in the lily's bell.

Pure as the heart in its native heaven ;
Fame's bright star and glory's swell,
In the glossy leaf of the bay are given.

" The silent, soft, and humble heart.

In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes;
And the tender soul that cannot part,
A twine of evergreen fondly wreathes.

" The cypress that daily shades the grave.
Is sorrow that mourns her bitter lot ;
And faith, that a thousand ills can brave.
Speaks in thy blue leaves, forget-me-not.

" Then gather a wreath from the garden bowers,
And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers. "

The Vocabulary'.

The Vocabulary.

ABECEDARY .
Abatina
Acacia ....
Acacia, Rose or White.
Acacia, Yellow ,
Acanthus

Acalia ....
Achillea Mtllefolia
Achimenes Cupreata .
Aconite (Wolfsbane) .
Aconite, Crowfoot
Adonis, Flos
African Marigold
Atji.us Castus
Agrimony

Almond, Common

Almond, Flowering

Almond, Laurel .

Allspice

Aloe ....

Althaea Fnitex Syrian)

Mallow) .
Alyssum, Sweet .
Amaranth, Globe

Amaranth (Cockscomb)

Amaryllis

Ambrosia . -
American Cowslip
American Elm
American Linden
American Starwort

Amethyst . • .

Andromeda .

Anemone (Zephyr Fir.)

Anemone, Garden

Angelica

Angrec . . ■

Apricot Blossom .

Apple .

Apple Blossom •

Volubility,

Fickleness.

Friendsltip.

Elegance.

Secret love.

Thejinearts. Artifice.

Temperance.

War.

Suck worth is rare.

Misanthropy.

Lustre.

Sad memories.

Vulgar mintis.

Coldness. Indifference.

'i'liankfulness. Grnti-

tilde.
i tupidity. Indiscretion
}iope.
Perfidy.
Compassion.
Grief. Religious snper-

stition. Bitterness.

Persuasion.

Worth beyond beauty,

Jnnnortality Unfad-
ing love.

Foppery. Affectation.

Pride. Timidity.

Splendid beauty.

Love returned.

Divine beauty.

Patriotism.

Matrimony,

Welcome to a stranger.
Cheerfulness in old age.

Adtuirntion.

Self-sacrifice.

Sicktiess. Expectation.

Forsaken.

Inspiration^ or Magic.

Royalty.

Doubt.

'J'emptation.

Preference. Fame

speaks hiin great and

Arbutus • . .
Arum (Wake Robin) .
Ash - leaved Trumpet

Flower
Ash, Mountain

Ash Tree
Aspen Tree .
Aster (China)
Asphodel

Auricula

Auricula, Scarlet .
Aiislurtium .
Autumnal Leaves
Azalea .

Thee only do I lavt.
Ardour. Zeal.

Separation.
Pr7tdeuce, or With me

you are safe.
Grandeur.

Lamentation^ or Fear.
Variety. After-thought.
My regrets follow you

to the grave.
Painting.
Avarice.
Splendour,
Melaju:holy.
Tejnperaiice.

Apple, Thorn . . Deceitful charms.
Apucynum (Dogsbane) Deceit.
Aruor Vitae . . Uucha7igin§ friend-

ship. Live for me.

BACHELOR'S
Button
Balm . . . .
Balm, Gentle
Balm of Gilead .
Balsam, Red

Balsam, Yellow .
Barberry

Basil . . . .
Bay Leaf

Bay (Rose) Rhododen-
dron . . . .
Bay Tree . ,
Bay Wreath .
Bearded Crepis .
Beech Tree .
Bee Orchis .
Bee Ophrys .
Begonia
Belladonna .
Bell Flower, Pyramidal.
Bell Flower (sm. white)
Belvedere
Betony . , •
Bilberry
Bindweed, Great .

Bindweed, Small .
Birch . . . .
Blrdsfoot (Trefoil)
Bittersweet ; Night-
shade

Celibacy.
Sympathy.
Pleasantry.
Crtre Relief.
'Touch me not. Intpa

tient resolves.
Impatience.
Sharpness of temper.
Hatred.
I change but in death

Danger. Beware,

Glory.

Reward of merit.

Protection.

Prosperity.

Industry.

Error.

Deformity.

Silence. Hush !

Cofistancy.

Gratitude.

I declare against you

Surprise.

Treachery.

Insinuation. Importt -

nity.
Hufuility,
Meekness.
.Revenge.

. Truib.

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The Vocabulary.

Black Poplar ,

Blackthorn .
Bladder Nut Tree
Bluebottle (Centaury) .
Bluebell

Blue-flowered Greek

Valerian .
Bonus Henricus
Borage .
Box Tree .
Bramble

Branch of Currants

Branch of Thorns

liridal Rose .

Broom . . . .

Browallia Jamisonii

Buckbean

Bud of White Rose .

Buglos . . . .

Bulrush

Bundle of Reeds, with

their Panicles .
Burdock

Bur

Buttercup (Kingcup) .

Buttercups .
Butterfly Orchis .
Butterfly Weed .

CABBAGE
Cacalia
Cactus .

Calla ^thiopica .
Calceolaria .

Calycanthus.

Camellia Japonica, Red

T^itto, White

Camomile .

Campanula Pyramida .
Camphire
Canary Grass
Candytuft
Canterbury Bell
Cape Jasmine
Cardamine .
Carnation, Deep Red .

Carnation, Striped
Carnation, Yellow
Cardinal Flower
Catchfly
Catchfly, Red
Catchfly, White
Cattleya

Cattleya, Pineli .
Cedar . . . .
Cedar of Lebanon
Cedar Leaf .
Celandine, Lesser

Courage, Affliction.
Di^culiy.

Frivolity. Atniisement.
Delicacy.

Constancy. Sorrowful
regret.

R upturn.

Goodness.

Bluniness.

Stoicism.

Lowliness. Envy. Re-
morse.

You please all.

Severity. Rigour.

Happy love.

Hmnility. Neatness.

Couldyou bear poverty ?

Calm repose.

A heart ignorant of
love.

Falsehood.

Indiscretion. Docility.

Music.

Importunity. Tottch

me not.
Rudeness. You iveary

me.
Ingratitude. Childish-

ttess.
Riches.
Gaiety.
Let me go.

Pro/it.

Adulation.

Warmth.

Magnificent beauty.

I offer you pecuniaty
assistance^ or I offer
you my fortune.

Benevolence.

Unpretending excel-
lence.

Perfected loveliness.

Energy in adve* sity.

Aspirinz.

Fragrance.

Perseiierance.

Indifference.

A cknoivledgnient.

I am too hafPy.

Paternal error.

Alas! for my poor
heart.

Refusal.

Disdain,

Distinction.

Snare.

Youthful love.

BHrayed.

Mature charms.

Matronly grace.

Strength.

Incorruptible.

I live for thee.

Joys to come.

Cereus, Creeping.

Centaury
Champignon
Chequered Fritillary
Cherry Tree, White
Cherry Blossom ,
Chestnut Tree
Chinese Primrose
Chickweed .
Chicory
China Aster .
China Aster, Double

China Aster, Single
China or Indian Pink
China Rose .
Chinese

. Modest genius.
. Delicacy.
. Suspicion.
. Persecution.
. Good education.
. Insincerity.
. Do me justice.
. Lastijig love.
. Rendezvous.
. Frugality.
. Variety.

. I partake ymtr senti-
ments.
. I •will think of it.
. Aversion.
. Beauty altvays ne^v.
Chrysanthe- Clieerfubtess under ad-
mum . . . versity.

Chorozema Varium . You luive many loz>et s.
Christmas Rose . . Relieve my anxiety.
Chrysanthemum, Red . / love.
Chrysanthemum, White Truth.
Chrysanthemum, Yell. Slighted love.
Cineraria . . A livays delightful.

Cinquefoil . . . Maternal a ffectioft.
Circsea .... Spell.
Cistus, or Rock Rose . Popular favour.
Cistus, Gum . . / shall die to-7uor}-oiu.

Citron . . . Ill-natured beauty.

Clarkia .... The variety of your con-
versation delights me.
. Mental beauty. Ariifi
. Poverty.

. Worldliness. Self-seek-
ing.
. Rtide7tess. Pertirutcity.
, Dignity.
. Be 7ni?te.
. Industry.

. Think of me. Proviise.
. Gossip.
Cockscomb Amaranth . Foppery. Affectation.

Singularity.
Colchicum, or Meadow

Saffron . . . My best days are fast.
Coltsfoot . . . yustice shall be done.
Columbine . . . Folly.
Columbine, Purple . Resolved to ivin.
" ' ' ' ^ Anxious and trvmh-

Clematis

Clematis, Evergreen

Clianthus

Clotbur .

Cloves .

Clover, Fout-leaveJ

Clover, Red .

Clover, White

Gobi

Columbine, Red
Convolvulus .

linj
. Bont

ids.

Convolvulus, Bl. (Min.) Repose. Ni^ht.
Convolvulus, Major . Extinguis/ied hopes.

Convolvulus, Pink

Corchorus
Coreopsis
Coreopsis Arkansa
Coriander
Corn

Com, Broken
Corn Straw .
Corn Bottle .
Corn Cockle .
Cornflower .
Cornel Tree ,
Coroaella

, Worth sustained ^y ju-
dicious and tender
affection.

. Impatient of absence.

. Alivays cheerf\-l.

. Love at fiJ si sig/it.

. Hidden wvrth.

• Riches.

, Quarrel.

. Agreement.

. Delicacy.

. Gentility.

. Delicacy.

. Duration.

. Success croivH you*
wishes.

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349

Cosmelia Subra .
Cowslip ...

Cowslip, American

Crab (Blossom)

Cranberry

Creeping Cereus

Cress

Crocus .

Crocus, Spring

Crocus, Saffron

Crown, Imperial

Crowsbill

Crowfoot

Crowfoot (Aconite-lvd.

Cuckoo Plant

Cudweed, American

Currant .
Cuscuta
Cyclamen
Cypress

The charm, of a blush.
. Pensive?iess. Winning
grace. Youthful

beauty.
. Divine beauty.
. Ill 7iature.
. Cnre for heartache.
. Horror.

. Stability. Power.
. Abitsenot. Itnfatience.
. YoutJifnl gladness.
. Mirth. Ckeer/ulnt'ss.
. Majesty. Potuer.
. Envy.
. Ingratitude,
,) Lustre.
. Ardour.

. Unceasing remem-
brance.
. Thyfrovm,-willkillnie.
. Meanness.
. Diffidence.
. Death. Mourning.

D

AFFODIL

Dahlia .
Daisy .
Daisy, Garden
Daisy, Michaelmas

Unrequited
Pomp.

Daisy, Parti-coloured
Daisy, Wild .
Damask Rose
Dandelion .
Dandelion, or Thistle-

- Regard.
love.

. Instability.

. Innocence.

. I shareyoursentimeitts.

. FarcTuellf or After-
thought.

. Beauty.

. I will think of it.

. Brilliant complexion.
Rustic oracle.

seed-head
Daphne
Daphne Odora
Darnel .
Dead Leaves
Deadly Nightshade
Dew Plant .
Dianthus .
Diosma ,

. Depart.
. Glory. Immortality.
. Painting tJie lily.
, Vice.
. Sadness.
. Falsehood
. A serenade.
, Make haste.
, Your simple elegance
charms me.

Dipteracanthus Specta-

bilis ... - Fortitude.
Diplademia Crassinoda You are too bold.
Dittany of Crete . . Birth.
Dittany of Crete, White Passion.

Dock
Dodder of Thyme
Dogsbane •
Dogwood . •
Dragon Plant
Dragonwort .
Dried Flax .

. Patience.

. Baseness.

, Deceit. Falsehood.

. Durability.

. Snare.

. Horror,

. Utility.

EBONY TREE . Blackness.
Echites Atropur-
purea . . Be warned in trme.
Eglantine (Sweetbriar) Poetry, I wound to

heal.
Elder , . • , Zealousness.
Elm .... Digtiity.
Enchantcr'sNightshade Witchcraft. Sorcery.

Endive . . . .
Escholzia

Eupatorium .
Evening Primrose
Ever-flowing Candytuft
Evergreen Clematis
Evergreen Thorn .
Everlasting .

Everlasting Pea ,

"PENNEL

Fern

Ficoides, Ice Plant
Fig

Fig Marygold

Fig Tree

Filbert .

Fir

Fir Tree

Flax ,

Flax-lvd. Golden-locks
Fleur-de-Lys
Fleur-de-Luce
Flowering Fern .
Flowering Reed .
Flower-of-an-Hour
Fly Orchis ,
Flytrap .
Fool's Paisley
Forget-me-not
Foxglove
Foxtail Grass
Franciscea Latifolia
French Honeysuckle
French Marygold .
French Willow
Frog Ophrys
Fuller's Teasel .
Fumitory
Fuchsia, Scarlet
Furze, or Gorse .

Frugality.

Do not refuse me.

Delay.

Silent Love.

Indifference.

Poverty.

Solace in adversity.

Never-ceasing renicm-

brance.
Lasting pleasure.

Worthy all praise.
Strength.

Fascination. Magic.
Sincerity.

Your looks freeze me.

Argument.

Idleness.

Prolific. ^

Reconciliation.

Time.

Elevation.

Domestic industry.
Fate. I feel your
kindness.

Tardiness.

Flame. I hum.
. Fire.
. Reverie.

, Cojtfidenre in Heaven.
, Delicate beauty.
, Error.
. Deceit.
. Silliness.
, Forget-me-not.
, Insincerity.
. Sporting.

. Beivare of false friends.
. Rustic beauty.
, fealousy.

. Bravery oftd humanity
. Disgust.
. Misanthropy.
. Spleen,
. Taste.

, Love for all seasons.
Anger.

GARDEN Anemone
Garden Chervil .
Garden Daisy

Garden Marygold
Garden Ranunculus .

Garden Sage
Garland of Roses .
Gardenia

Germander Speedwell .
Geranium
Geranium, Dark .
Geranium, Horseshoe-
leaf . . . .
Geranium, Ivy
Geranium, Lemon
Geranium, Nutmeg
Geranium, Oak-leaved

Forsaken.

Sincerity.

I partake your se^iti-
tnents.

Uneasiness.

You are rick in attrac-
tions

Esteem.

Reward of virtue.

Refinement.

Facility.

Deceit.

Melancholy,

Stupidity.
Bridal favour.

Unexpected meetings
Expected meeting.

True friendship.

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The Vocabulary.

Geranium, Pencilled

Ingenuity.

Indian Cress

. Warlike troihy.

Geranium, Rose-scntd.

Fre/erence.

Indian Jasmine

(Ipo-

Geranium, Scarlet

Comforting,

mcea)

. Attachment.

Geranium, Silver-leavd. Recall,

Indian Pink (Double) . A Iwavs lovely.

Geranium, Wild .

Stead/ast piety.

Indian Plum

. Privation.

Gillyflower .

Bonds o/affectifm.

Iris .

. Message.

Gladioli .

Ready armed.

Iris, German

. Flame.

Glory Flower

Glorious beauty.

Ivy

, Friendship. Fidelity.

Goat's Rue .

Reason.

Marriage.

Golden Rod .

. Precaution.

Ivy, Sprig of, with Ten-

Gooseberry ,

.Anticipation.

drils . .

. Assiduous to please.

Gourd .

. Extant. Bulk.

Grammanthus Cblora

Your temper is too

flora .

. /tasty.

JACOB'S Ladder . Comedown.

Grape, Wild .

. Cltarity.

J Japan Rose

, Beauty is your only at-

Grass .

. Submission. Utility.

traction.

Guelder Rose

. IViuter. Age.

Japanese Lilies

. You caufiot deceive me.

Jasmine

. Amiability.

Jasmine, Cape

. Transport of joy.

TT AND Flower Tree Warjiing.

Jasmine, Carolina

. Separation.

n Harebell .

. Submission. Grief.

Jasmine, Indian

. I attach jnyself to you.

Hawkweed .

. Quick'Sightedjiess.

Jasmine, Spanish

. Seitsuality.

Hawthorn

.Hope.

Jasmine, Yellow

. Grace aiui elegance.

Hazel . .

. Reconciliation.

Jonquil

, / desire a return of af-

Heart's-ease, or Pansy

Thoughts.

fection.

Heath . .

. Solitude.

Judas Tree .

. Uitbelief Betrayal.

Helenium

. Tears.

Julienne, White

. Despair itot: God is

Heliotrope ,

. Devotion or^ I turn to

everyivhere.

thee.

Juniper

. Sjtccour. Protection.

Hellebore . .

. Scaftdal. Calumny.

Justicia

. The perfection of fe-

Helmet Flower(Monks

male loveliness.

hood)

. Kfiight-errantry.

Hemlock

Hemp . . •

Henbane

. You 'will be my death.

. Fate.

. I uipir/ection.

TT- ENNEDIA
J\. Kingcups

. Mental beauty.
. Desire of ric/ies.

Hepatica . .

. Conjidence.

Hibiscus

. Delicate beauty.

T ABURNUM

. Forsaken. Pensive

Holly . . .

. Foresight.

beauty.

Holly Herb .

. Enchantment.

Lady's Slipper

. CapHciousheauiy. Win

Hollyhock .

. A mbition. Fecundity.

vie and wear me.

Honesty

, No f testy, Fascijiation.

Lagerstrsmia, Indian . Eloquence.

Honey Flower .

. Ltme sweet and secret.

Lantana_

. Rigour.

Honeysuckle

. Generous and devoted

Lapageria Rosea

. Tliere is no unalloyed

affection.

good.

Honeysuckle, Coral

. The colour oj my fate.

Larch .

. Audacity. Boldness.

Honeysuckle, French

Rustic beauty.

Larkspur

. Lightjtess. Levity.

Hop .

. Injustice.

Larkspur, Pink

. Fickleness.

Hornbeam .

. Ornament.

Larkspur, Purple

. Haughtiness.

Horse Chestnut .

. Luxury.

Laurel .

. Glory.

Hortensia .

. You are cold.

Laurel, Common, in

Houseleek . .

. Vivacity. Domestic in-

flower

. Perfidy.

dustry.

Laurel, Ground

. Perserierance.

Houstonia .

. Content.

Laurel, Mountain

. Ambition.

Hoya .

. Sculpture.

Laurel-leavd. Magnolia Dignity.

Hoyabella .

. Contentment.

Laurestina .

. A toke$t.

Humble Plant .

. Despondency.

Lavender .

. Distrust.

Hundred-leaved Rose

. Dignity of mind.

Leaves (dead)

. Melaftc/toly,

Hyacinth

. Sport. Game. Play.

Lemon .

. . Zest.

Hyacinth, Purple

. Sorrowful.

Lemon Blossoms

. Fidelity itt love.

Hyacinth, White.

. Unobtrusive loveliness.

Leschenaultia Splen-

Hydrangea .

. A boaster.

dens .

. You are charming.

Hyssop . .

. Cleanliness.

Lettuce

. Cold-heartedness.

Lichen .

. Dejection. Solitude.

Lilac, Field .

• . Humility.

TCELANDMoss
X Ice Plant

. Health.

Lilac, Purple

. First emotions of love.

, Your looks freeze me.

Lilac, White

. Youthful innocence.

Imbricata .

, Uprightness. Senti-

Lily, Day .

. Coquetry.

ments of honour.

Lily, Imperial

. I^ajesty.

Imperial Montague

. Power.

Lily. White .

. Purity. Sweetness.

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351

Uly, Yellow

, Falsefwod. Gaiety.

Moschatel .

. IVeakness.

Uly of the Valley

. Return of Jiappifuss.

Moss .

. Matemallaoe,

Uitcoiiscioussweetiuss.

Mosses.

. Eunui.

Linden or Lime Trees

. Conjugal love.

Mossy Saxifrage .

. Affection.

Lint

. I /eel my obligations.

Motherwort .

. Concealed lave.

Live Oak .

. Liberty.

Mountain Ash

. Prudence.

Liverwort

. Cofifidence.

Mourning Bride .

. Unfortunate attarfv-

Liquorice, Wild .

. I eieclare against yox.

7nent. I/iave lostalC

Lobelia

. Malevolence.

Mouse-eared Chick

Locust Tree.

. Elegance.

weed .

. Ingenuous simplicity.

Locust Tree (green)

. Affection beyond tkt

Mouse-eared Scorpion

grave.

Grass

. For^et-me-Hot.

. Agitation.

. Happitiess. TranauiL

London Pride

. Frivolity.

Moving Plant

Lote Tree .

. Concord.

Mud wort

Lotus ,

. Eloquence.

lity. ^

Lotus Flower

. Estranged love.

Mulberry Tree, Black

. I sliall 7wt sttrviveyoM.

Lotus Leaf .

. Recantation.

Mulberry Tree, White

Wisdom.

Love in a Mist

. Perplexity.

Mushroom .

. Suspicion; or, I cujt'l

Love lies Bleeding

. Hopeless, not keartUss.

entirely trust you.

Lucem.

. Life.

Musk Plant .

. Weahfiess.

Lupia .

. Voraciousness.

Mustard Seed ,

. Indifference,

Myrobaian

. Privation.

Myrrh .

. Gladness.

TVyr ADDER .
iVX Magnolia .

. Calumny.

MyrUe. . .

. Lave.

. Love of nature. Mag-

nificence.

Magnolia, Swamp
Mallow.

Mallow, Marsh .
Mallow, Syrian .
Mallow, Venetian
Malon Creeana .

, Perseverance.

, Mild f less.

. Beneficence.

. Consumed by loz'e.

. Delicate beauty.

, WillyoH sliare my for-

tuttes ?
. Faisekood.
. Horror.
. Reserve.
. Hope for better days.

ATARCISSUS .
i\l Nasturtium
Nemophila .
Nettle, Common Sting

ing .
Nettle, Burring .

. Egotism.

, Patriotism.

. Success everyivnrre.

You are spite/ul.
. S. ander.

Manchincai Tree .
Mandrake .
Maple .
Marianthus .

Nettle Tree . . .C *nceit.
Night-blooming Cereus Trafisient beauty.
Night Convolvulus - Night.
Nightshade . . . Falsehood

Marygold

Marygold, African

. Vulgar initids.

Marygold, French

. fealousy.

i^AK Ixraves .
\J Oak Tree .

Bravery.

Marygold, Prophetic

. Prediction.

. Hospitality.

Marygold and Cypress Despair.

Oak, White

IndepetuUnce.

Marjoram

. Blushes.

Oats .

. The witching soul ot

Marvel of Peru .

, Timidity.

music.

Meadow Lychnis.

. Wit.

Oleander

. Betuare.

Meadow Saffron .

, My best diys are past.

Olive .

Peace.

Meadowsweet

. Uselesstiess.

Orange Blossoms.

. Your purity equals

Mercury

. Goodness.

your tovelincss.

Mesembryanthemum

. Idleness.

Orange Flowera .

. Chastity. BridcUfe*-

Mezereon

. Desire to please.

tivities.

Michaelmas Daisy

. After-t/iou^ht.

Orange Tree

' Generosity.

Mignonette .

. Your qitalities surpass

Orchis .

. A belle

your cliarnis.

Osier .

. Franknesi.

Milfoil . . .

. War.

Osmunda

. Dreams.

Milkvetch .

. Your presence softens
my pains.

Ox Eye

. Patience.

Milkwort

. Hermitage.

Mimosa (Sensitive Pit) Semitivettess.

r)ALM . .

r Pansy

. Victory

Mint .

. Virtue.

. TIwHghts.

Mistletoe .

. J surmount difficulties.

Parsley

. Festivity.

Mitraria Coccinea

. Indoleftce. Dulness.

Pasc^ue Flower .

. You /lave tto claims.

Mock Orange

. Counterfeit.

Passion Flower .

. Religious superstiticm,
vohen the flaiver u

MonardaAmplexicauUs Your ivhims are quite

Ufibearahle.

reversed, or Fauh if

Monkshood .

. A deadly foe is near.

erect.

Monkshood (Helmet Chivalry. Knight-

Patience Dock

. Patience.

Flower) .

Pea, Everlasting .

. An appointed nuetin^.

Moon wort

. Forgetfulttess.

Lasting pleasure.

Aloroing Glory .

. Affectation.

Pea, Sweet

Departure.

35^

The Vocabulary.

Peach .

Peach Blossom

Pear

Pear-tree

Penstemon Azurcum
Pennyroyal .
Peony .
Peppermint .
Periwinkle, Blue .
Periwinkle, White
Persicaria .
Perhimon

Peruvian Heliotrope
Petunia

Pheasant's Eye .
Phlox .
Pigeon Berry
Pimpernel .
Pine .
Pine-apple
Pine, Pitch .
Pine, Spruce
Pink .

Pink, Carnation .
Pink, Indian, Double
Pink, Indian, Single
Pink, Mountain .
Pink, Red, Double
Pink, Single .
Pink, Variegated .
Pink, White.
Plantain
Plane Tree .
Plum, Indian
Plum Tree
Plum, Wild .
Plumbago Larpcnta
Polyanthus .
Polyanthus, Crimson
Polyanthus, Lilac
Pomegranate
Pomegranate Flower
Poor Robin .

Poplar, Black
Poplar, White
Poppy, Red .
Poppy, Scarlet ,

Poppy, White
Potato .

Fotentilla .

Brickly Pear
Pride of China .
Primrose

Primrose, Evening
Primrose, Red
Privet .
Purple Clover
Pyrus Japonica .

QUAKINGGRASS Agitation.
Quamoclil . . Busybody.

. Your qualities, like
your ckarins, are un-
equalled.

. 1 am your captive.

. Affection.

. Comfort.

. High-bred.

. Flee away.

. Skame. Bashfulness.
Warmth of feeling.

. Early Jriendship.

. Pleasures of meviory.

. Restoration.

. Bury me amid Nature's
beauties.

. Devotion.

. Your presence soothes
vte.

. Remembrance .

. Unanimity.

. Indifference.

. Change. Assigtuttion.

. J'ity.

. You are perfect.

. Philosophy.

. Hope in adversity.

. Boldness.

. Woman's love.

. Always lovely,

, Aversion.

. Aspiring.

. Pure and ardent' lat'e.

. Pure love.

. Refusal.

. Ingeniousness. Talent.

. White man's footsteps.

. Genius.

. Privation.

. Fidelity.

. Itidependence.

. Holy •wishes.

. Pride of riches.

. The heart's mystery.

. Confidence.

. Foolishness.

. Mature elegance.

. Compensation^ or an
Equivalent.

. Courage.

. Time.

. Consolation.

. Fantastic extrava-
gance.

. Sleep. My bane.

. Benevolence.

. / dainty at leasts your
esteem,

. Satire.

. Dissension.

. Early youth and sad-
ness.

. Inconstancy.

. Unpatronized merit.

. Prohibition.

. Provident.

. Fairies' fire.

Queen's Rocket
Quincs .

. You are the queen ef

coqitettes. Fashion..
. Temptation.

R

AGGED-ROBIN.

Ranunculus

Ranunculus, Garden

Ranunculus, Wild
Raspberry .
Ray Grass .
Red Catchfiy
Reed .
Reed, Split .
Rhododendron (Rose-
bay) .
Rhubarb
Rocket
Rose
Rose, Austrian

Rose, Bridal
Rose, Burgundy
Rose, Cabbage
Rose, Campion
Rose, Carolina
Rose, China
Rose, Christmas

Rose, Daily

Rose, Damask

Rose, Deep Red

Rose, Dog .

Rose, Guelder

Rose, Hundred -leaved.

Rose, Japan

Rose, Maiden-biush .

Rose, Monttflora .

Rose, Mundi

Rose, Musk ,

Rose, Musk, Cluster ,

Rose, Single

Rose, Thornless .

Rose, Unique

Rose, White .

Rose, White (withered)

Rose, Yellow

Rose, York & Lancaster
Rose, FU.-blwn., placed

over two Buds .
Rose, White and Red

together .
Roses, Crown of
Rosebud, Red
Rosebud, White
Rosebud, Moss
Rose Leaf .
Rosemary .
Rudbeckia .
Rue .
Rush .
Rye Grass .

Wit.

You are radiant with

charms.
You are rich in attrac-

ti07lS.

Ingratitude.
Remorse.

Vice.

Youthful love.
Complaisance. Miisic.
Indiscretion.

Danger. Beware.

Advice.

Rivalry.

Love.

Thou art all that is

Happy love.

Uncottscions beauty.

A mbassador of ioi^e.

Only deserve my love.

Love is dangerous.

Beauty alivays neiv.

Tranquillize my mnjci-
ety.

Thy smile I aspire to.

Brilliant complexion.

Bashful shame.

Pleasure and pain.

Winter. Age.

Pride.

Beauty is your only at-
traction.

If you love me you iviil
find it out.

Grace.

Variety.

Capricious beauty.

Charming.

Simplicity.

Early attachment.

Call tne twt beautiful.

I am worthy of yon.

Transient impression:.

Decrease of love.
fealousy.

War.

Secrecy,

Unity.

Reward ofviriut.

Pure and lovely

Girlhood.

Confession of loim.

You may hope.

Remembrance.

Justice.

Disdain.

Docility.

Changeable dispositi4m.

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353

SAFFRON .
Saffron Crocus .
Saffron^ Meadow

Sage . . . .
Sage, Garden
Sainfoin

Saint John's Wort
Salvia, Blue
Salvia, Red .
Saxifrage, Mossy
Scabious

Scabious, Sweet .
Scarlet Lychnis .
Schinus
Scotch Fir .
Sensitive Plant .
Senvy - . . .
Shamrock . . .
Shepherd's Purse
Sipnocampylos
Snakesfoot .
Snapdragon . .
Snowball . .
Snowdrop . .
Sorrel . . , .
Sorrel, Wild .
Sorrel, Wood
Southernwood
Spanish Jasmine .
Spearmint . .
Speedwell .
Speedwell, German-
der . . .
Speedwell, Spiked
Spider Ophrys
Spiderwort .
Spiked Willow Herb .
Spindle Tree

Star of Bethlehem
Starwort

Starwort, American
Stephanotis .

St. John's Wort ,
Stock . . . .
Stock, Ten-week .
Stonecrop
Straw (broken) .
Straw (whole)
Strawberry Blossoms .
Strawberry Tree .
Sultan, Lilac .
Sultan, White
Sultan, Yellow
Sumach, Venice .
Sunflower, Dwarf
Sunflower, Tall .

Swallow-wort
Sweet Basil .
Sweetbriar, American .
Swcetbriar, European .
Sweetbriar, Yellow
Sweet Pea .
Sweet Sultan
Sweet William
Sycamore ■

Beware of excess.

Mirth.

My happiest days are

past.
Domestic virtue.
Esteem.
Agitation.
Animosity.
Wisdom.
Energy.
Affection.
Unfortunate lane.
Widoiuhood.
Sunbeaining eye'.
Religions enthiisiastn.
Elevation.
Sensibility.
Indifference.
L igh t-hea rtedness.
I offer yon my all.
Resolved to be noticed.
Horror.

Presumptioritalso *No.'
Boufid.
Hope.
Affection.
Wit ill-timed.
Joy

fest. Bantering.
Sensuality.
Warmth of sentiment.
Female fidelity.

Facility.

Semblance.

Adroitness.

Esteem, not love.

Pretension.

Your charms are en-
graven on my heart.

Purity.

After-thongh t.

CKcerfulness in old age.

Will you accompany me
^ the East f

Superstition.

Lasting beauty.

Promptness.

Tranquillity.

Rupture oja contract.

Union.

Foresight.

Esteem^ not love,

I forgive you.

Sweetness.

Contempt.

Splendour.

Adoratiofi.

Haughtiness, False
riches.

Cure for heartache..

Good -wishes.

Simplicity.

J wmtnd to heal.

Decrease of love.

Delicate pleasures.

Felicity.

Gallantry. Dexterity.

Curiosity.

Syringa , ,
Syringa, C^oHna

. Memory. Fratemai

sympathy.
. Disappointment.

TAMARISK .
Tansy, Wild

Te-»sel ....

Tendrils of Climbing

Plants
Thistle, Cktmmon

Thistle, Fuller's
Thistle, Scotch
Thorn Apple
Thorn, Branch of
Thrift .
T'hroatwort .
Thyme
Tiger Flower

Traveller's Joy
Tree of Life
Trefoil .
Tremella Nestoc
Trillium Pictum
Triptilion Spinosu:
Truffle .
Trumpet Flower
Tuberose
Tulip, Red .
Tulip, Variegated
Tulip^ Yellow
Turnip .

Tussilage, Sweet-
ed . .

T rALERIAN

Valerian, Greek
Venice Sumach

Venus'sCar .

Venus's Looking-j
Venus's Trap
Verbena, Pink
Verbena, Scarlet

Verbena, White

Vernal Grass

Veronica

Veronica Speciosa

Vervain

Vine

Violet, Blue .

Violet, Dame

Violet, Sweet

Violet, Yellow

Virginia Creeper

Virgin's Bower
Viscaria Oculata

Volkamenia .

"IITALNUT
VV Wallflower

Crime.

I declare war againsi

you.
Misa7ithrpPy.

Ties.
, Austerity. Indefen-

deuce.
. MisafithroPy.
. Retaliation.
. Deceitful clutrjns.
. Severity.
. Sympathy.
. Neglected beauty.
. Activity or Courage.
. For once may pride be-
friend tne.
. Safety.
. Old age,
. Revefige.
. Resistattce.
. Modest beauty.
. Be prudent.
. Surprise.
. Fame.

. Dangerous pleasures.
. Declaration of love.
. Beautiful eyes,
. Hopeless love.
. Charity.
- Justice shall be done

you.

. An accommodating dis-
position.

. Rupture.

, Ijitellectual excellence.
Splendour.

. Fly -with me.

. Flattery.

. Decrit.

, Family union,

. Unite against evil, or
Church unity.

. Pray for me.

. Poor, but happy..

. Fidelity.

. Keep this for my sake.

. Efichautmejtt.

. Jnioxicatio?i.

. Faithfulness.

. Watchfulness.

. Modesty.

, Rural happiness.

. I cling to you both in
sunshine and shade.

. Filial love.

. Will you d^ncE tuifh
jne?

. May you be happy.

, Intellect. Stratagem,
. Fidelity in adversity.

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.Watcher by the Way side
Water-Lily .
Water-Melon
Wax Plant .
Wheat Stalk
Whin .
White Flytrap
White Jasmine
White Lily .
White Mullein
White Oak
White Pink .
White Poplar
White Rose (drie«i)

Whortleberry
Willow, Creeping.
Willow, Water
Willow, Weeping .
WiUow Herb

The Vocabulary.

•

Never despair.

Willow, French

, Bravery andhumanity.

Piirii^ of heart.

Winter Cherry

, DeceptioJi.

Bidkuiess.

Wisteria

. Welcome yf air stranger.

Susceptibility.

Witch Hazel

. A spell.

Riches.

Woodbine .

. Fratertinl love.

Anger.

Wood Sorrel

. Joy. Maternal tender •

Deceit.

7iess.

A niiablenes!;

Wormwood .

. Absence.

Purity ami modesty.

Gootl-ttainre.

Independence.

VANTHIUM .
./V Xeranthemum

. Rudeness, Pertinacity.

Talent.

. Cheerfulness under ad-

Time.

versiiy^

Death preferable to loss

of innocence.
Treason.

yEw . .

. Sorrow.

Love forsaken.

Freedom.

■VEPHYR Flower
L^ Zinnia .

. Expectation.

Mourninff.

. Thoughts of absetU

Pretensii n.

friends.

f^^WM.'"^

i9art tfje SccanB.

ABSENCE
Abuse not .
Acknowledgment
Activity or Courage
A deadly foe is near
Admiration
Adoration
Adroitness
Adulation

Advice ....
Affection
Affection
Affection
Affection beyond tlie

grave
Affection, Rlaterr.al
Affectation
Affectation .
Affliction
After-thought
After-thought
After-thought
Agreement

Age . . . .
Agitation
Agitation

Alas! for my poor heart
Always cheerful . •
Alway? delighrful
Always lovely
Ambassador of Love .
Amiability .
Anger . , . .
Anj;er _. . . .
Annnosity .
Anticipation
Anxious and trembling.
Ardour, Ze/*J
Argument
Arts

Wa*intuood,

C?JCJis.

Ca?iterbiiry Bell.

Thy?ne.

Monkshood,

A methyst.

Divarf Sunflowf'r,

Spider Ophryi.

Cacalia.

Rhubarb.

Mossy Saxtj7'agr.

Pear.

Sorrel.

Green Loctui.

Cinquefoil.

Cockscomb Amaranih.

Morni7tg Glory.

Black Poplar.

Micliaelmas JT-aisy.

Stanvort.

China Aster.

Straw.

Guelder Rose.

Moving Plant.

Sain/oin

Deep Red Cartiation.

Coreopsis.

Cineraria.

Indian Pink (double).

Cabbage Rose.

Jasmine.

Whin.

Furze.

St. John's Wort

Gooseberry.

Red Columbine.

Cuckoo Plant. Afittn.

Fig

Acanthut.

Artifice

Assiduous to please

Assignation

Attachment

Audacity

Avarice

Aversion

. CUinaiis.

. Sprig of ivy, with ien-

. Pin^emel. [drils.

. Imiian Jasmine.

. Larch.

. Scarlet Auricula.

. Chain or Indian Pink.

BANTKkiNVt
Bnseness

Piashfulness .

Bashfu.1 shame

Ee pnKicnt .

Pe w-rned in time

Beautiful eyes

Beauty . . . .

Beauty always new

Beauty, Capricious

Beauty, Capricious

Beauty, Delicate .

Beauty, Delicate .

Beauty, Divine .

Beauty, Glorious .

Beauty, Lasting .

Beauty, Magnificent .

Beauty, Mental .

Beauty, Modest .

Beauty, Neglected

Beauty, Pensive .

Beauty, Rustic .

Beauty, Unconscious .
; Beauty is your only at-
I traction

Belle .

Be mine . •

Beneficence .

Benevolence

Betrayed ,

SoutJiemtuood.

Dodder of Thyine.

Peony.

Deep Red Rose.

Triptilion Spinosum. ■

Echites A iro-pu r/m rea.

Variegated Tulip.

Parti-coloured Daisy.

China Rose.

Lady's Slipper.

Musk Rose.

Floiver of an hour.

Hibiscus,

A merlcan Co^vslip.

Glory Flower.

Stock.

Calla ^thiopica.

Clematis.

Trilliiini Pictuin.

Throatwort,

Laburtium.

French HoneysitckU.

Burgundy Rose.

Japan Rose,

Orchis.

P'our-leaved Clo7'e^.

Marshmalloiu.

Potato.

White Catchfly,

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355

Beware

Oleander.

Death .

Cypress.

Ueware

Rosebay.

Death preferable to loss

lieware of a false friend Fraitcisca Laiifoiia. \

of innocence

White Rose (dHed).

Bitterness .

Aloe.

Deceit .

. Apocynnm.

Ulackness

Ebony Tree.

Deceit .

. White Flytrap.

liiuntness

Borage.

Deceit .

. Dogsbane.

Blushes

Marjoram.

Deceit .

. Geranium.

Boaster

Hydrangea.

Deceitful charms .

. Apple, Tliom.

Boldness

Pink.

Deception .

. White Cherry Tre^

Bonds .

Coitvolvnlns.

Declaration of love

. Red Tulip.

Bonds of affection

Gillyflo-wer.

Decrease of love .

. Yellom Rose.

Bravery

Oak Leaues.

Deformed .

. Begonia.

Bravery and humanity

French l^'illoto.

Dejection

. Llc/UH.

Bridal favour

. Ivy Geranium.

Delay .

. Euf/uiorinnt.

Brilliant complexion

Damask Rose.

Delicacy

. Blnebottle. Centaury.

Bulk

. Water-Melon.

Delicacy

. Cornfloitier.

Bulk .

. Gourd.

Depart .

. Dandelion Seeds in tlu

Busybody .

. Qnamoclit.

ball.

Bury me amid Nature'

s

Desire to please .

. yfezereon.

beauties

, Persinion.

Despair

. Cypress.

Despair not, God

s

CALL me not beau-
tiful . . . Rose, Unique.
Calm repose . . . Bitckbean.
Calumny . . . Hellebore.
Calumny . . . Madder.
Change . . . Pimpernel.

Changeable disposition. Rye Grass.
Charity . . Turnip.

Charming . . . Cluster of Musk Roses.
Charms, Deceitftil . Thorii Apple.
Cheerfulness. . - Saffron Croats.
Cheerfulness in old age A merican Stamvort.
Cheerfulness under ad- Chinese Chrysajiihe-
versity . . . mum.

. Monkshood.

. Hyssop.

, Lettuce

. Agnus Castu*,

. Coral Honeysuckle.

, yacob's Ladder.

. Pear Tree.

. Scarlet Geranium.

. Allspice.

Chivalry
Cleanliness .
Cold-hearted jiess .
Coldness

Colour of my life .
Come down .
Comfort
Comforting .
Compassion .
Concealed love
Concert
Concord

Confession of love
Confidence .
Confidence .
Confidence .
Confidence in Heaven
Conjugal love
Consolation .
Constancy .
Consumed by love
Contentment

. Motherwort.

. Nettle Tree.

. Lote Tree.

. Moss Rosebud.

. Hepatica.

. Lilac Polyanthus.

. Liverwort.

. Flowering Reed.

. Lime or Linden Tree.

. Red Poppy.

. Bluebell.

. Syrian Mallow.

. Hoyahella.

Could you bearpoverty ? Browallia yamisonii.

Counterfeit

Courage

Crime .

Cure

Cure for heartache

Curiosity

. Mock Orange.
. Black Poplar.
. Tamarisk.
. Balm of Gilead,
. Sivalloiv-wort.
, Sycamore.

DANGER - Rltododendron.

bay.
Dangerous pleasures Tuberose.

everywhere
Despondency
Devotion, or, I turn to

thee .
Dexterity
Difficulty
Dignity
Dignity

Disappointment .

Disdain

Disdain

Disgust

Dissension .

Distinction

Distrust

Divine beauty

Docility _ .

Domestic industry

Domestic virtue .

Do not despise my

poverty
Do not refuse me .

Doubt .

Durability

Duration

W/dte yulienne.
Humble Plant.

Peruvian Heliotrope.
Siveet William.
Blackthorn.
Cloves.

Laureldeaved Magno-
lia.
Syringa, Carolina.
Yellow Carnation.
Rue.

Frog Opkrys.
Pride of China.
Cardinal Flmuer.
Lavemier.
A merican Cowslip.
Rush.
Flax.
Sage.

.Shepherd's Purse.
Fscholzia , or Ca rroi

Flower.
Apricot Blossom.
Dogwood.
Cornel Tree,

EARLY attachment
Early friendship
Early youth .
Elegance

Elegance and grace
Elevation.
Eloquence .
Enchantment
Enchantment
Energy

Energy in adversity
Envy .

Error . . . .
Error . . . .

Esteem .

Esteem, not love .
Esteem, not love .
Estranged love
Excellence

Tkomless Rose.
Blue PeriwiidcU.
Fritnrose.
Locust Tree.
Yelloiv yasmifie.
Scotch Fir.
Lagerstramia, hid.
Holly Herb.
Vervain.
Red Salvia^
Camomile,
Bramble.
Bee Orchis,
Fly Orchis.
Garden Sage.
Spiderwort.
Strawberry Tree.
Lotus Flower.
Camellia yaponica.

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The Vocabulary.

Expectation ,
Expectation .
Expected meeting
Extent ,
Extinguished hopes

FACILITY
Fairies' fire.
FaithFulness.
Faithfulness .
Falsehood .

Falsehood .
Falsehood .
False riches .
Fame

. Anemone,

. Zephyr Flower.

. Nttimeg Geraniutn.

. Gourd.

. Major Convolvultit.

. Germander Speedwell.
, Pyrus Japontca.
. Blue Violet.
. Heliotrope.
. Bugloss. Deadly Night-
shade.
. Yellow Lily.
. Manchiueal Tree.
. Tall Sunflower.
. Tulip.

Fame speaks him great

and good . , . Apple Blossom.
Family union . . Pink Verbena.
Fantastic extravagance Scarlet Poppy.

Farewell

Fascination .

Fascination .

Fashion

Fecundity .

Felicity

Female fidelity .

Festivity

Fickleness .

Fickleness

^Uial love .

Fidelity

Fidelity

Fidelity in adversity

Fidelity in love

Fire

. Michaelmas Daisy.
. Fern.
. Honesty.
. Queen's Rocktt,
. Hollyhock.
. Siveet Sultan,
. Speedwell.
. Parsley.
. Abatina.
. Pi?ik Larkspur^
. Virgin' s-bower.
, Veronica. Ivy.
. Plum Tree.
. Wallflower.
. Levton Blossoms.
Fleur-de-Luce.

First emotions of love . Purple Lilac.

Flame
Flattery
Flee away ,
Fly with me .
Folly .
Foppery
Foolishness
Foresight
Forgetful nefvs
Forget me not

Fleur-de-lis. Iris.
, Venus s Looking-glass.
. Pennyroyal.
. Venus' s Car.
, Cobnnbitie.
. Cockscomb. Amaranth.
. Pcmegranate.
. Holly.
. Moonwort.
. Forget-me-not.

For on ce m ay pride

befriend me .
Forsaken . ,
Forsaken . .
Fortitude
Fragrance .
Frankness . .
Fraternal love
Fraternal sympathy
Freedom

Freshness . .
Friendship .
Friendship, early .
Friendship, true .

Friendship, unchanging Arbor Vitee.
Frivolity . , . London Pride.
Frugality . . . Chicory. Endive.

Tiger Flower.

Garden Anemone.

Lahumnnt.

Difiteracnntkus Specta-

Camphire, {bills.

Osier.

Woodbine,

Syringa.

Water Willow,

Damask Rose,

Acacia. Ivy.

Blue Periwinkle.

Oak-leaved Geraniutn,

GAIETY.
Gaiety
Gallantry

. Butterfly Orchis.
. Yelloiv Lily.
. Sijueet William.

Generosity ,
Generous and devoted

aflfection
Genius ....
Gentility
Girlhood
Give me your good

wishes
Gladness

Glory . . . ,
Glory. Immortality .
Glorious beauty .
Goodness
Goodness
Good education .
Good wishes.
Good-nature,
Gossip . . . .
Grace . . , .
Grace and elegance
Grandeur
Gratitude

Grief . , . .
Grief . , . .

Orange Tree.

French Honeysncfcie.
Plane Tree.
Com Cockle.
White Rosebud.

Sweet BasiL

Myrrh.

Laurel.

Daphne.

Glory Flower.

Bonus HenricuM.

Mercury.

Cherry Tree.

Sweet Basil.

White Mullein,

Cobcea.

Multiflora Rose.

Yellow Jasmine.

Ash Tree.

Small White Bellflw

Harebell.

Mary gold.

HAPPY love
Hatred
Haughtiness
Haughtiness
Health .
Hermitage .
Hidden worth
High-bred .
Holy wishes.
Honesty

Hope . . , .
Hope . . , .
Hope . . . .
Hope in adversity
Hopeless love
Hopeless, not heartless
Horror.
Horror .
Horror . .
Hospitality ,
Humility .
Humility .
Humility •

Bridal Rose.

Basil.

Purple Larksp7ir.

Tall Sunflo7ver.

Iceland Moss.

Milkwort.

Coriander.

Pentstettton Azureufn.

Plumbago Larpenta.

Ho7testy.

Flowering A Itnond.

Hazutkom.

Sfunvdrop.

Spruce Pine.

Yellow Tulip.

Love lies bleediiig.

Mandrake.

Dragotiswort.

Snakesjbot.

Oak Tree.

Broofn.

Bindweed, SmalL

Field Lilac.

I AM too happy
I am your captive.

I am worthy of you

I change but in death .

I claim at least your es-
teem ....

I dare not ,

I declare against you .

I declare against you .

I declare war against
you ....

I die if neglected .

I desire a return of af-
fection

I feel my obligations .

I feel your kindness

I have lost all . ,

I live for ihee . .

Cape yasmin-e.
Peach BlossotH.
White Rose.
Bay Leaf.

Potentilla.
Veronica Speciosa.
Beb'idere.
Ligitorice.

Wild Tansy,
LauT^siiua.

yoftgmL
Lint.
Flax.

Mourning Bridie
Ceaar Lea/.

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357

Hove .

. Red Chrysanthemum.

T AMENTATION
X-/ Lasting beauty

. Aspen Tree.

I offer you my all

. Shepherd's Purse.

. Stock.

I offer you my fortune.

Lasting pleasures .

. Everlasting Pea.

or, I offer you pecu-

Let me go

. Butterfly Weed.

niary aid .

. Calceolaria.

Levity .

, Larkspur.

I share your sentiments Double Cltina Aster.

Liberty

. Live Oak.

I share your sentiments Garden Daisy.

Life . . .

, Lncern,

I shall die to-moirow . Gum Cisttts.

Light-heart edn ess

, Sluiiurock.

I shall not survive

Lightness

, Larkspur.

I surmount difficulties . Mistletoe.

Live for me .

. Arbor Vita.

1 watch over you

. Mountain Ask.

Love .

, MyHU.

I weep for you

. Purfile Verbena.

Love .

, Rose.

I will think of it

. Single C/tina Aster.

Love, forsaken .

. Creeping WUUrm.
. Ambrosia.

I will think of it

. Wild Daisy.

Love, returned .

I wound to heal

. Rglantine. Siveetbriar.

Love is dangerous

. Carolina Rose.

If you love me, you will

Love for all seasons

. Furze.

find it out .

. Maiden Blush Rose.

Lustre .

. Aconite-leaved Crom-

Idleness

. Mesembryantlumum.

foot, or Fair Maid ejp

1 ll-nature

, Crab Blossotn.

France.

] tl-natured beauty . CitroK.

Luxury

. Chestnut Tre^

Imagination .

, Lupine.

Immortality .

. Amaranth^ Globe.

Impatience .

. Yellow Balsam.

TV MAGNIFICENCE Magnolia^

Impatient of absence . Corchorus.

iVi

Impatient res jlves . Red Balsam.

Magnificent beauty

. Calla Mthiapica.

\ mperfection.

, Henbane.

Majesty

. Crown Imperial.

Importunity .

. Burdock.

Make haste .

. Dianthus.

Inconstancy .

, Evening Primrose.

Malevolence.

, Lobelia,

Incorruptible

. Cedar o/ Lebanon,

Marriage , _ ,

.Ivy.

Independence

, Common Thistle.

Maternal affection

. Cinquefoil.

Independence

. Wild Plum Tree.

Maternal love

. Moss.

Independence

. White Oak.

Maternal tenderness

. Wood Sorrel.

Indifference .

. Candytuft, Ever-

Matrimony .

. American Linden^

flowering.

Matronly grace ,

, Cattleya.

Indifference .

. Mustard Seed.

Mature charms .

, Cattleya Pinsli.

Indifference .

. Pigeon Berry.

May you be happy

. Volkamenia.

Indifference .

, , Senvy.

Meanness

, Cuscnta.

. split Reed.

Meekness .

. Birch.

Indolence .

. Mittraria Coccinea.

Melancholy .

. Autu7/iual LeaveM.

Industry

. Red Clover.

Melancholy .

, Dark Geranium.

Industry, Domestic . Flax.

Melancholy . •

. Dead Leaves,

Ingeniousness

. W/iite Pink.

Mental beauty

, Clematis.

Ingenuity

. Pejicilled Geranium.

Mental beauty .

. Kentiedia.

Ingenuous simplicity . Moiise-earedChichweed

Message

, Iris.

Ingratitude .

. Crowfoot.

Mildness .

. Malloiv.

Innocence .

. Daisy.

Mirth .

. Saffron Croats.

Insincerity .

. Foxglove.

Misanthropy. •

. Aconite (Wolfsbanef.

Insinuation .

. Great Bifldiveed,

Misanthropy.

. Fuller's Teazle.

Inspiration .

. Angelica.

Modest beauty .

. Trillium Pictutn,

Instability .

. Dahlia.

Modest genius .

. Creeping C<reus.

Intellect

. Walnut.

Modesty

. Violet.

Intoxication .

, Vi7te.

Modesty and purity

. White Litj^

Irony .

, Sardony.

Momentary happiness

. Virginian .^1>idervfort.

Mourning

. Weeping Willow.

Music .

. Bundles of Reed with

T EALOUSY

, French Marygold,

their Panicles.

1 Jealousy

. Yellow Rose.

My best days are past

, Colcki^um^ orMiodow

Jest

. Soutlientwood.

Saffron.

>y .

, loys to come

. Wood Sorrel.

My regrets follow you

Lesser Celandine.

to the grave

. Asphodel,

] 'ustice .

. Rudbeckia.

■ ustice shall be dc
you .

ne to

. Coltsfoot, or Sweet-
sce?ited Tussilage.

TVTEATNESS . .Broom.
i\ Neglected beauty Tkroatwort

Never-ceasing remem

T^EEPyourpr
JN.. Kindness

omise Petunia.

, Scarlet Geranium.

brance
Never despair

. Everlasting.

. Watcher by ike Way-

Knight-errantry .

. Helmet Flower(Monks-
koodi.

No . . .

side.
, Snapdragotg.

■35«

The Vocabulary.

V_y Only deserve m

. Tree ef Life.

Regret .

. Purple Verbena. ■'• '

y

Relief .

. Balm ofCilead.

love

. Campion Rose.

Relieve my anxiety

. Christmas Rose.

Religious superstition

. Aloe.

Religious superstition

J

pAINFUL recollec-

or Faith

, Passion Flo^ver.

± tions .

. Flos Adonis.

Religious enthusiasm

. Schinus.

Painting

. Auriaila.

Remembrance

, Rosemary.

Painting the lily

. Daphne Odora.

Remorse

. Bramble.

Passion

. IVhtie Dittany.

Remorse

. Raspberry.

Paternal error

. Cardainine.

Rendezvous .

. Chickweed.

Patience

. Dock. Ox-eye.

Reserve

. Maple.

Patriotism .

. A mericafi Elm.

Resistance .

Tremella Nesfoc.

Patriotism .

. Nasturtium.

_ Resolved to be noticed

Sipkocampylos.

Peace .

. Olive.

Restoration .

. Persicaria.

Perfected loveliness

. Camellia Japonica.

Retaliation .

. Scotch Thistle.

White.

Return of happiness

. Lily of tJte Valley.

Perfidy.

. Common Laurel, in

Revenge

. Birdsfooi Trefoil.

Jlo^ver.

Reverie

, Flowering Fern.

Pensive beauty .

. Lndumum.

Reward of merit ,

. Bay Wreath.

Perplexity

. Love in a Mist.

Reward of virtue .

. Garland of Roses.

Persecution .

. Chequered Frittllary.

Riches .

. Com.

Perseverance

. Sivamp Magnolia.

Riches .

. Butteraips.

Persuasion

. Althea Frutex.

Rigour .

. Lantana.

Persuasion .

. Syrian Mallow.

Rivalry

Rocliet.

Pertinacity .

. Cloibur.

Rudeness

. Clotbur.

Pity . . .

. P'ine, also Andromeda.

Rudeness

Xanthium.

Pleasure and pain

. Dog Rose.

Rural happiness .

. Yellow Violet.

Pleasure, lasting .

. Everlasting Pea.

Rustic beauty

. French HoneysuckU.

Pleasures of memory

. White rc^iivJiii-'le.

Rustic oracle

. Dandelion.

Pomp .

Dahlia.

Popular favour .

. Cistus, or Rock Rose.

Poverty

. Evergreen Clematis.

CADNESS .
O Safety ,

. Dead Leaves.

Power ,

. linpefial Montague.

'J 'raveller's Joy.

Power .

. Cress.

Satire .

Prickly Pear.

l^ray for mc .

White Verbena.

Sculpture

Hoya.

Precaution .

. Golden Rod.

Secret love .

Yellow Acacia.

Prediction .

. Prophetic Marvgold.

Semblance ,

spiked Speedwell

Pretension . .

. spiked Willo^v Herb.

Sensitiveness

Mimosa.

Pride .

. Hundred-leaved Rose.

Sensuality

Spanish fasmiiu.

Pride .

. Amaryllis,

Separation . .

Carolina Jasmine.

Privation

. Indian Plum.

Severity

Branch of T/torns.

Privation

. Myrobalan.

Shame ,

Peony.

Profit .

. Cabbage.

Sharpness .

Barberry Tree.

Prohibition .

. Ptivet.

Sickness

A nemojif (Zephyr Fir. ,

Prolific .

. Fig Tree.

Silent love .

Evening Primrose.

Promptness .

. Ten-week Stock.

Silliness

Fool's Parsley.

Prosperity .

. Beech Tree.

Simplicity .

American Sweetbrinr.

Protection .

. Bearded Crepis.

Sincerity

Garden Chervil.

Prudence

. Mountain Ash.

Slighted love

Yel. Chrysanthemum.

l*ure love

. Single Red Pink.

Snare .

Catckfly. Dragon Pltvi.

Pure and ardent love

. Double Red Pink,

Solitude

Heath.

Pure and lovely .

. Red Rosebttd.

Sorrow .

YeTiK

Purity ,

Star oj Bethlehem.

Sourness of temper

Barberry,

Spell .

Circ^a.

Spleen ,

Fumitory.

r^UARREL .

Broken Corn-straw.

Splendid beauty

A marvllis.

Vj Quicksightedness Hawkweed.

Splendour .

Austurtiu7H.

Sporting

Fox-tail Grass,

Steadfast piety

Wild Geranium.

P EADY-ARMED
Xv Reason

Gladiolu

Stoicism

Box Tree.

Goat's Rue.

Strength

Cedar. Fennel.

Recantation .

Lotus Leaf.

Stupidity

Horseshoe-leaf Gera-

Recall .^ A.^ .

Silver-lvd. Geranium.

niuin.

Reconciliation

Filbert.

Submission .

Grass.

ReconciliatiDti

Hazel.

Submission .

Harebell.

Refinement .:■•

Ganienia.

Success everywhere

Nemophila.

Refusal

Striped Carnation.

Success crown your

Jiegafd ■,-- . .•

Daffodil.

wishes

Corouella.

The Vocabulary.

359

Succour

. Juniper.

Unite against a common

Such worth is rare

. Achimejies.

foe . . .

. Scarlet Verbena.

Sun-beaming eyes

. Scarlet Lychnis.

Unpatronized merit . Red Primrose.

Superstition .

. St. John's Wort.

Unrequited love

. Daffodil.

Surprise

. Tr^tffle.

Uprightness .

. Imbricata.

Susceptibility

. Wax Plant.

Uselessness .

. Meadowsweet.

Suspicion

, Champignon.

UtiUty . .

. Grass.

Sympathy .

. Balm.

Sympathy .

. Thrift.

T TARIETY
V Variety

. CfUna Aster.

. Mundi Rose.

T^ALENT
X. Tardiness .

, White Pink.

Vice . .

. Darjtel (Ray Grass f.

. FUix.Ieaved Golden-

Victory.

.Paint. , ,

locks.

Virtue .

.Mint. " ^

Taste .

. Scarlet Pitchsia.

Virtue, domestic

. Sage.

. Abecedary.

Tears .

. Helcnium.

Volubility .

Temperance .

. Azalea.

Voraciousness

. Lupitte.

Temptation .

. Afp/e.

Vulgar minds

. African Marygold.

Thankfulness

. Agrimony.

The colour of my fate

. Coral Honeysttckle.

The heart's mystery

. Crimson Polyanthus.

The perfection of female

Y^AR .

. York and Lancaste

loveliness .

. Justicia.

Rose.

The witching soul of

War .

. Achillea Millefolia.

music

. Oat*.

Warlike trophy

. Indian Cress.

The variety of your

Warmth of feeling

. Peppermint.

conversation delights

Watchfulness

. Dame Violet.

me . .

Clarkia.

Weakness

. Moscltatel.

Thee only do I love

. Arbutns.

Weakness .

. Musk Plant.

There is no unalloyed

Welcome, fair stranger Westeria.

good .

. Lapagenia Eosem.

Welcome to a siiajiger Atnerican Star^art.

Thoughts .

. Pansy.

Widowhood .

. Sweet Scabious,

Thoughts of absent

Will you accompany me

friends

Zinnia.

to the East ?

. StepJianotis.

Thy frown will kill me

Currant.

Will youdance with mc? Vucaria Oculata.

Thy smile 1 aspire to

. Daily Rose.

Win me and wear me . Ladys Slipper.

Ties . . .

. Tendrils of Climbing

Winning giw.e

. CoivsUp.

Plants.

Winter .

. Guelder Rose.

Timidity

Amaryllis.

Wisdom

, Blue Salvia.

Timidity

Mari'el of Peru.

Wit . . .

. Meadoiu Lychnis.

Time .

White Poplar.

Wit, ill-timed

. Wild Sorrel

Tranquillity .

Miuiivort.

Witchcraft

, Encltanter's Night-

Tranquillity .

StoJiecrop.

s/iade.

Tranquillize my anxiety Christmas Rose.

Worth beyond beauty . Sweet Elysium.

Transient beauty .

Night-blooming Cereus

Worth sustained

by

Transient impressions

Withered White Rose.

judicious and tender

Transport of joy .

Cape Jasjnine.

affection .

. Pijtk Convohntlu*.

Treachery .

Bilberry.

Worldliness, self-seek-

True love

Forget-nte-not.

ing .

, Cuanthus.

True friendship .

Oak-leaved Ceranimn.

Worthy of all praise . PemteL

Truth .

BittersweetNightshade

Truth .

Wht. Chrysanthemum.

\rOU are cold .

. Hortensia.

X You are my di-

T TNANIMIIT
U Unbelief .

Phlox.

vinity

. American Cowshf.

Judas Tree.

You are perfect .

. Pineapple.

Unceasing remem

You are radiant

with

brance

A merican Cudweed.

charms .

. Ranunculus,

Unchanging friendship

Arbor Vita.

You are rich in attrac-

Unconscious beauty

Burgittidy Rose.

tion .

. Garden Ranuncitnts.

Unexpected meeting

Lemon Geranium.

You are the queen of

Unfortunate attach

coquettes .

. Queen s Rocket.

ment ,

Mourning Bride.

You are charming

. Lesclienaultia Splen

Unfortunate love .

Scabioits.

dens.

Union ....

W/wle Straw.

You have no claims . Pasque Flmver.

Unity . •

White and Red Rose

You have many lo

/ers . Cltorozema Variuin.

togei/ier.

You please all

. Branch of Currants.

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The Vocabulary.

You J

: too told . . Dipladenia Crassi-
noda.
You will be my death , Hemlock,
Your charms are en-
graven on my heart . Spindle Tree,
Your looks freeze me . Ice Plant,
Your presence softens

my pain . . . Milkveich.
Your purity equals your

loveliness . . . Orange-blossom*.
Vour qualities, like your

charms, are unequalled Peach.
Your qualities surpass
your chanins . Mignont ii*^

Your temper is too hasty Grammanthes Chhfo-
Jlora.

Youthful beauty . , Cowslip.
Youthful innocence . 14^'hile Lilac.
Youthful love . . Red Catchfly.
Your whims are un-
bearable . . . Monarda Amplexi

. Monarda
canlis.

ZEALOUSNESS . Elder.
Zest . . . Lettum,

i*.

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