TOT LANGUAGE OF FT,OWEn3. SI 
The silent, soft, ancl humble heart, 
fn the Violet's hidden sweetness breathes ; 
•'•nd the tender soul that cannot part, 
A twine of Evergreen fondly wTeathcs. 
The Cypress that daily shades the grave, 
Is Sorrow that mourns her bitter lot ; * 
And Faith that a thousand ills can brave, 
Speaks in thy blue leaves — Forget-me-not. 
Then gather a wreath from the garden bow- 
ers, 
And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers. 
THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
BY C. F. HOFFMAN. 
Teach thee their language 1 sweet, Iknow no 
tongue, 
No mystic art those gentle things declare, 
I ne’er could trace the schoolman’s trick among 
Created things so delicate and rare : 
