14 THE LAXGIJAGE OP FT.OWEItS. 
A gentle ardour every bosom warms. 
As though a dreamy spell entranced and bound 
us, 
Hopes and affections, feelings and delights, 
In bright embodiment stand out before us , 
All that allures the spirit and delights 
The soul, while seraph music floateth o’er us. 
Oh, wondrous tongue. Oh, language of the flow- 
ers ! 
Writ in that volume rich with nature’s trea- 
sures, 
With poesy deep hid in leafy bowers 
Thy teacher walks ’mid thickly scattered plea- 
sures ; * 
And down the shady lanes, and in the fields, 
And through the garden he his pupil taketh, 
Marking each blossom which instruction yields, 
And all that in the bosom thought awaketh.” 
H. G. A. 
But let us recur to the words of this “ Pro- 
fessor of the gentle art,” and evidence their 
truth by a few examples shewing the effect 
of “ floral language” upon a mind stricken 
with grief. Listen to Philastek : — 
“ I have a boy, 
Sent by the gods, I hope, to this intent, 
