A FLORAL LOVE STORY. 



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Rose Exhibit at the Pan. 



Sir, — Owing to an oversight in connection with 

 the awards made in the Floriculture Department 

 of the Pan-American Exposition, the continuous 

 and beautiful display of roses and cut flowers 

 made by the firm of Morris, Stone & Wellington 

 did not receive recognition by the Judges in their 

 report. This error was not intentional, and it is 

 to be regretted that it cannot be ofhcially cor- 

 rected. In justice to this firm, and also to Mr. 

 Cameron, at Queen Victoria Park, Niagara Falls, 



I desire to say that the floral contributions of 

 these gentlemen, continuing almost thrcughout the 

 entire season, formed one of the most j-kas-irg 

 and prominent features of the Canadian disph y 

 in the horticulture department. In iact in this 

 respect we stood quite in the front rank of any of 

 the other exhibits, and the credit for this is lari;ely 

 due to our friends as above mentioned. 



Yours very truly, 



St. Catharines. 



Wm. H. Bunting. 



A FLORAL LOVE STORY. 



Fair Marigold, a maiden fair ; Sweet William was 



her lover, 

 Their path was twined with bittersweet ; it did not 



run through clover ; 

 The lady's tresses raven were, her cheeks a lovely 



rose ; 

 She wore fine ladyslippers to warm her small pink 



toes. 

 Her poppy was an elder, who had a mint of gold — 

 An awful old snapdragon to make one's blood run 



cold! 

 His temper was like sour grass ; his daughter's 



heart he wrung 

 With words both fierce and bitter— he had an 



adder's tongue ! 

 The lover's hair was like the flax, of pure Ger- 

 manic type. 

 He wore a Dutchman's breeches ; he smoked a 

 "IT Dutchman's pipe. 

 He sent marshmallows by the pound and choicest 



wintergreen ; 

 She painted him forget-me-nots, the bluest ever 



seen ! 

 He couldn't serenade her with the nightshade lark. 

 For every thyme he tried it her father's dogwood 



bark. 

 And so he set a certain dav to meet at four o'clock; 



Her face was pale as snowdrops, e'en whiter than" 



her frock. ' 



The lover vowed he'd pine and die if she should 



say him no. 

 And then he kissed her beneath the mistletoe. 

 "My love \vill live forever, my sweet; will you 



be true? 

 Give me a little heartease, say only, 'I love yew.' " 

 She faltered that for him alone ^he'd orange 



blossoms wear. 

 Then swayed like supple willow and tore her 



maidenhair ; 

 For, madder than a hornet, before them stood her 



pop, 

 Who swore he'd cane the fellow until he made 



him hop 1 

 Oh! quickly rose Mary. She cried: "Ycu'U rue 



the day. 

 Most cruel father. Haste, my dear and ktiuce 



flee away !" 

 But that inhuman parent so plitd the birch rod 



there. 

 He settled all flirtation between that hap'ess ptar. 

 The youth a monastery sought and donned a black 



monkshood ; 

 The maid ate poison ivy and died within a wood. 



— A. Y. Tr.biine. 



Important Notices 



Address money letters, subscriptions and busi- 

 ness letters of all kinds to Secretary of The On- 

 tario Fruit Growers' Association, Parliament Build- 

 ings, Toronto. 



Copy intended for publication in Canadian Hor- 

 ticulturist should te addressed as usual to Linus 

 Woolverton, Grimsby, Ont. 



All postoffice orders, cheques, postal notes, etc., 

 should be henceforth made payable to Mr. G. C. 

 Creelman, Toronto. 



