window upon a bank of red chrysan- 

 themums which grew beneath it. The 

 flowers paled slowly from red to white 

 with grief at seeing her die, and so 

 they remain to this day. When crushed 

 they exhale a faint, sweet odour, an 

 emblem of the love that never dies. 



Few of our poets have had the 

 courage to extol this flower in verse ; 

 no doubt its name of many syllables 

 has daunted them. 



In the old annuals, or " Friendship's 

 Offerings," which were so highly es- 

 teemed by our grandmothers, one will 

 always find a section of the book 

 devoted to the explanation of the 

 language of flowers. The sentiment 

 bestowed upon our golden flower is 

 one of the prettiest that may be found ; 

 it reads, " Courage under adversity." 



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