10 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
By all those token flowers that tell 
What words can ne’er express so well.” 
Byron. 
Sings the poet of our day, adjuring his mis- 
tress to believe in his truth and fidelity, and 
so, though in somewhat different words, might 
have sung, and very likely did sing, the Israel- 
ite of old on the flowery banks of Jordan, the 
Babylonian in his hanging gardens, or the 
swarthy son of Egypt, who, kneeling by the 
mysterious Nile, might have plucked the blos- 
som of the bright nymphoea, and putting it to 
his lips, and turning to the earthly idol of his 
adoration, have said : — 
“ The lotus flower, whose leaves I now 
Kiss silently, 
Far more than words can tell thee how 
I worship thee!” — M oore. 
This may be considered by some of our read- 
ers a fanciful theory, but surely it has as 
good foundations for its support, as many an 
hypothesis which has attained universal ap- 
probation and credit : in a piece entitled 
