silence, yellow speaks jealousy. One 

 of the many legends connected with 

 the rose tells that it became white 

 through being bathed with the tears 

 of mourners who sought the sweetest 

 flower to lay in the hands of their 

 dead. A prettier conceit declares that 

 all roses were white untilone day young 

 Cupid was dancing among them. In 

 his merry sport he upset a glass of 

 wine, and it dyed the roses upon 

 which it fell red, its own colour. 

 Another legend tells the story of a 

 holy little maid of Bethlehem who 

 was doomed to death. When the 

 stakes were heaped around her the 

 fire would not burn, but the brands 

 which had been flaming turned to red 

 roses, and those which had not caught, 

 to white. From this time forth roses, 

 red and white, were martyrs' flowers. 

 The Turks say that red roses sprang 

 from the blood of Mohammed. 



lOI 



