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Stow, Countess of Cork, Countess of Liverpool, Criterion, 

 (Douglass'); Desdemona, (Brown's) ; Douglass' Glory, Granta, 

 Jupiter, Golden Sovereign, Jackson Rival, Lady Fordwich, La- 

 vinia. Metropolitan Calypso, Mrs. Wilkinson, Napoleon, 

 (Smith's) ; Othello, Pindarius, Queen of Dahlias, Springfield 

 Rival, Stone's Yellow Perfection, Lady of the Lake. 



In the collection of Mr. D. Maclntire : Juliet, Dodd's Mary, 

 Mrs. Broadwood, Mary Q-ueen of Scots, Conqueror of Europe, 

 Golden Sovereign, Stone's Yellow Perfection, Red Rover, Star, 

 Rising Sun, Young's Black Ajax, Exemplar, Marquis of North- 

 ampton, Dictator, Bride of Abydos, Angelina, Douglass' Glory. 

 There were also some very fine specimens of the Dahlia, and 

 splendid bouquets, from Messrs. John A. Kenrick, J. Breck & 

 Co., Howard, Carter, Winship, W. Kenrick, Weld, Mason, 

 Murphy, Wilson, and Walker. 



The celebrated Cobbett states that he was asked, (and the 

 question has often been put to ourselves,) what is the use of 

 flowers? Mr. Cobbett replied by asking another question. 

 What is the use of any thing ? We shall answer the inquiry in 

 the language of Miller, " Who would wish to live without flow- 

 ers? Where would the poet fly for his images of beauty, if 

 they were to perish forever ? Are they not the emblems of 

 loveliness and innocence — the living types of all that is pleasing 

 and graceful? We compare young lips to the rose; and the 

 white brow to the radiant lily ; the winning eye gathers its glow 

 from the violet, and the sweet voice is like a breeze kissing its 

 way through the flowers. We hang delicate blossoms on the 

 silken ringlets of the young bride, and strew her path with fra- 

 grant bells, when she leaves the church. We place them around 

 the marble of the dead, in the narrow coffin ; and they become 

 symbols of our affections ; pleasures remembered, and hopes 

 faded, wishes flown, and scenes cherished the more that they 

 can never return. Still we look to the far off" spring in other 

 valleys ; to the eternal summer beyond the grave, when the flow- 

 ers which have faded shall again bloom in starry fields, where 

 no rude winter can intrude. They come upon us in spring like 

 the recollections of a dream, which hovered above us in sleep, 

 peopled with shadowy beauties, and purple delights, fancy broi- 

 dered. Sweet flowers ! that bring before our eyes scenes of 

 childhood ; faces remembered in youth, when Love was a stran- 



