THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS, 19 
In lonely places walked, and ever gazed 
Upon the withered stalks, and tailed to them ; 
Till wasted to the shadow of her youth, 
With woe too wide to see beyond, she died.” 
POLLOK. 
These withered stalks were to her as beauti- 
ful and full of perfume as when they were 
first plucked, and she regarded them as the 
friends of her youth, talking to them, and re- 
ceiving answers — words of love and affection. 
We are here reminded of poor Ophelia, who 
m her madness made “ fantastic garlands” 
“Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long 
purples.” 
Of which it has been observed that they are 
nil emblematic flowers, the first signifying Fair 
Maid; the second, stung to the quick; the 
third, her virgin bloom ; the fourth, under the 
told hand of death ; and the whole being wild 
flowers, might denote the bewildered state of her 
faculties. 
" It would be difficult,” says the author of 
this observation, “to find a more emblematic 
Wreath for this interesting victim of disappoint- 
