THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 221 
Rosebud, Moss.— Charming. 
Where’s the power that charms us so? 
In the soul or in the eye ? — Waller . 
Rose, Yellow. — R. Sulphurea. — The decrease of love on 
better acquaintance. 
The warmest love may sink by slow decay. 
Rose, Hundred Leaved.— -R. Centifolia.— Pride. 
I will instruct my sorrow to be proud. — Shaks . 
Rose, Cinnamon. — R Cinamonea. — Love at first sight. 
Whoever loved that loved not at first sight? — Shaks. 
Rose, York and Lancaster. — R. Versicolor. — War. 
Such war of white and red within her cheeks.— Shaks. 
Rose, Fullblown.— Rosa. — Beauty. 
Beauty for use too rich, for earth too dear. — Shaks . 
BY HON. C. F. FOX. 
The Rose, the sweetly blooming -Rose, 
Ere from the tree ’tis torn. 
Is like the charm which beauty shows. 
In life’s exulting morn! 
But oh ! how soon its sweets are gone, 
How soon it withering lies! 
So, when the eve of life comes on. 
Sweet beauty fades and dies: 
