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SOUTHERN CULTIVATOR. 
apple, raised by Col. Carter, of Alabama, is nearly, if 
not quite identical with the “Mangum.” Col. Carter 
himself admitted this fact at the last Agricultural Fair in 
Montgomery, Ala. Col. C.’s tree, however, is evidently 
a seedling, as suckers from its roots are producing the 
same fruit. It is believed, however, that the “Carter” 
apple is a little later than the “Mangum.” 
Robert Nelson. 
Moxon, Ga., lH5f>. 
FLOWERS. • 
Flowers are the most delicate specimens of artistic 
skill left by God upon earth to attest His creating pres- 
ence. The firmament bespangled with myriads of re- 
splendant orbs, speaks of sublimity ; the fantastic wreaths 
of sun-dyed clouds which cover the skies, speak of gran 
deur; but no object in Nature is so replete with poetic 
beauty as Flowers. They far transcend all inanimate 
beauty, and approach nearest that which clothes woman’s 
angelic mould. Other objects may address themselves to 
one sense only ; but these by their splendid colors and 
k-efeshing fragrance, possess a double power to please. 
Without them, the world would be converted into a 
gloomy waste, with naught to charm the fancy, or gratify 
the sight. 
From the earliest ages, the care and cultivation of Flow- 
ers has been assigned to woman as her peculiar province. 
And it is fitting that it should be thus. There is no out- 
door occupation in which she can so appropriately en- 
gage. While the exercises attendant upon it brings the 
glow of health to her cheeks, it is eminently calculated to 
cherish gentleness, innocence and purity. And how ex- 
pressive are they of woman’s character and condition. 
The slender vine clings by its soft tendrils to its support, 
and braves the storm, by which the loftiest oaks are riven. 
•So woman, though feeble in her strength, acquires from 
her confiding nature, a power to withstand shocks of ad- 
versity, before which prouder natures quail. 
“In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,” and how fraught 
with meaning must be the messages which they convey. 
They form one long-continued, never-ending poem, clothed 
fin the rich imagery of freshness and purity. They are 
•but the outer emblems ol those brighter flowers of affec- 
which should ever bloom in the heart, and as such, they 
speak not to the head in glowing eloquence, or to the ear 
in “concord of sweet sounds,” but to the inmost soul, 
.gaining a quick response in the mantling blush, the smil- 
ing lips, or the beaming eye. They speak all tongue.s, 
and require no media through which to hold communion 
with the soul. Every sentiment which man hath conceiv- 
ed may be expressed in their significant language. Who 
loves not sweet flowers? Like bright seraphs from 
another sphere, they cluster around the faint, careworn 
soul, and drive far away the dark forms of sorrow and des- 
.pair. VVho hath not entered the flowery grove with an- 
guished heart and aching brow, wandering amid its bow- 
■ers, until each anxious thought was lulled to rest, and 
quietness arul peace once more reigned over the troubled 
'Spirit? Thank Gmi for Flowers ! We hail with joy their 
rich fragrance which scents the morning air, or perfumes 
•the breeze with distilled svreetness at the decline of day. 
We love to see them blooming around the humblest cot- 
tage, or the stateliest mansion ; for they impart new at- 
tractions, and give us an assurance of woman’s presence 
— a hope to be greeted by her endearing smile. 
Plant flowers around your dwellings. They are the 
■cheapest adornings by which you can render your homes 
beautiful. And while they adorn your yards and gardens, 
they will teach you lessons of humility, f-iith and love, 
which, if duly learned and practiced, will fit you to be- 
come bright flowers, blooming in perpetual verdure in 
.die Paradise of God. — Teviperance Cntsader. 
THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
ACCORDING TO THE ORIENTAL INTERPRETATION 
Respectfully inscribed to the Ladies of the South, 
BY JOHN GIERLOW, OP MACON, GA. 
“In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; 
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers. 
On its leaves a mystic language bears.” 
Acacia. — Friendship heals the wounds of love. 
Acacia-Sprig. — Do not complain at ingratitude, if do- 
ing good is a pleasure to you. 
Adonis. — The virtue of a maiden is like polished steel ; 
a breath — and it is obscured! 
Almond Blossom. — How enchanting thou art, sweet child 
of nature ! 
Aloe. — You have caused me pain. 
Aloe Blossom. — Your jealousy distracts me. 
Amarauih . — Be patient! your wish will soon be real- 
ilzed. 
Amaryllis. — Your beauty is pleasing to my eye, but my 
heart remains cold. 
Anemone. — Plope encourages the poor sinner, 
Apple Blossom . — Will you never love me? 
Apricot Sprig. — How your poor soul charms me ! 
Ask Sprig. — Be not cast down, when the storms of life 
roar. 
Aspen. — Malice pursues me, 0 protect me! 
Asler. — Can you unite fidelity with love? 
Anricula. — How often your tender eye has smiled upon 
me ! 
Balm. — My thoughts by day, my dreams by night. 
Balsam. — Queen-like you shed your beams over all. 
Balsam Poplar. — Can beauty have better company 
than virtue ? 
Basil. — Only by approaching can you learn to know 
me. 
Bay. — I admire you, but I cannot love you. 
Bay Leaf . — Love conquers. 
Bean Flower. — How often h-ave I, unnoticed, listened to 
your voice ! 
Beech Twig. — Say, fair one! do you not deceive me? 
Bell Flower . — I spoke of you yesterday ; did it not ring 
I in your ear? 
Bindweed. — What were I without you ? 
Birch Leaf. — Sit you down by me. 
Birch Twig. — 0, follow me, and let us be happy. 
Blackberry . — '%t not angry long. 
Blue Bell . — Let simplicity be yours. 
Box. — Why so Inuighty and obstinate?- 
B uckthorn . — Everlasting fidelity. 
Burdock — I embrace you, beloved ! I know you are 
tender and warm. 
Cobhage. — The winter floAver of life is soon past. 
Ca.ctns. — Brief was the season of my happiness with, 
you. 
Cara.way. — Has any one ever inquired of you ? 
Carnation . — As glow these leaves, so do I glow for 
you, dearest. 
Cedar. — Why do you place yourself so much above 
me ? 
Celery. — Heaven grant your wishes? 
ClinmiomiU. — Your jealousy gives me pain. 
Cherry.^ Wild. — I do not depend upon you. 
Cherry, Bird. — Why do you despise me ? 
Cherry Blossom. — You have chained my heart to yours ; 
here is mine, if you are satisfied with a living heart. 
Chickweed. — My constancy is but slowly rewarded. 
Chrysa.nthemnm, — A sweet look from you is a consola- 
tion in my grief 
Chestnut Blossom. — I ask your pardon. 
Clover, White. — Let us be friends. 
