Bs BRECK’S NEW BOOK OF FLOWERS. 
sons treats of it historically, poetically, and scientifically, 
as well as in a practical manner. We must, of course, 
say something of the Rose ourselves poetically,— for who 
can dwell long upon this beautiful flower without some 
aspirations of this kind? — but not having a faculty of 
soaring upon our own wings, we must cull from others, 
an finding in a work entitled “‘ Flora Domestica,” all we 
desire under this head, we give the following copious ex- 
tracts, which may not be unacceptable to a portion of our 
readers at least : — 
“The Rose is preeminently the flower of love and poetry, 
the very perfection of floral realities. Imagination may 
have flattered herself that her power could form a more 
perfect beauty; but, it is said, she never yet discovered 
such to mortal eyes. This, however, she would persuade 
us to be a mere matter of delicacy, and that she had the 
authority of Apollo for her secret success : — 
‘No mortal eye can reach the flowers, 
And ’t is right just. for well Apollo knows 
°T would make the poet quarrel with the Rose,’ 
It is, however, determined, that until the claim of such 
veiled beauty, or beauties, shall rest upon better founda- 
tion, the Rose shall still be considered as the unrivalled 
Queen of flowers. 
‘I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, 
A fresh-blown Musk Rose.’ 
“Tt 1s said, however, that the angels- possess a more 
beautiful kind of Rose than those we have on earth. 
David saw in a vision a number of angels pass by with 
gilded baskets in their hands, 
“Some as they went, the blue eyed Violets strew, 
Some spotless Lilies in loose order threw ; 
Some did the way with full-blown Roses spread, 
Their smell divine, and color strangely red ; 
Not such as our dull gardens proudly wear, 
Whorn weathers taint, and winds’ rude kisses tear , 
