THE LANGUAGE OP PLOW nils. 
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beautiful phantom of the imagination from 
our presence, and to guide our wandering feet 
back into the world of cold reality, where — - 
“ The mute expression of sweet nature’s voices, 
Are drowned amid the turmoil of life’s noises ; 
Where thoughts of fear and darkness come un- 
bidden, 
And love and hope are into silence chidden.” 
h. a. a. 
“ But we fear that the Turkish ‘ Language of 
Flowers,’ which Lady Montague first made 
popular in this country, has little claim to so 
refined an origin, as either purity or the deli- 
cacy of passion. We had been taught to be- 
lieve that it served as a means of communi- 
cation between the prisoners of the harem and 
their friends or lovers without; but how 
could it be thus used, when the emblematic 
nosegay must convey as much intelligence to 
the guardians and fellow prisoners of one of 
the parties as to the party herself? The truth 
appears to be that the 1 Language of Flowers’ 
and other inanimate objects has arisen in the 
idleness of the harem, from the desire of 
