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THE LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
La Lame. 
I sell to thee the Honey-flower, 
Courteous, best, and bravest knight, 
Fragrant in the summer shower, 
Shrinking from the sunny light : 
May it not an emblem prove 
Of untold, but tender love ? 
HOLY FLOWERS. 
BY MARY HOWITT. 
Mindful of the pious festivals which our church 
prescribes, I have sought to make these charming 
objects of floral nature, the time-pieces of my re- 
ligions calendar, and the mementoes of the has- 
tening period of my mortality. Thus I can light 
the taper to our Virgin Mother on the blowing of 
the white snow-drop, which opens its floweret at 
the time of Candlemas ; the lady’s smock, and 
the daffodil, remind me of the Annunciation ; the 
bine harebell, of the Festival of St. George ; the 
ranunculus of the Invention of the Cross; the 
scarlet lychnis, of St. John the Baptist’s day ; the 
