which the beautiful Circassian, dwell- 

 ing in the northwest of Asia, wreathes 

 her brows. In Egypt we find sea- 

 roses and tea-roses and the delicate 

 little rock-rose, whose lovely blooms 

 clothe barren spots only. 



All the world over and from time 

 immemorial the rose has been the 

 flower of Love. The old song runs, 



" My luv is like the red, red rose," 



and it is a flower of this colour that the 

 lover always chooses when he wishes 

 to give a token to the one who is the 

 fairest and dearest in his eyes. " Go, 

 lovely rose," he whispers as he speeds 

 his flower on its mission, 



" Tell her that wastes her time and me 

 That now she knows; , , 

 When 1 resemble her to thee, 

 How sweet and fair she seems to be.," 



More than with any other flower 

 does the colour of the rose have spe- 

 cial significance. Red is love, white is 



lOO 



