This, however, is a subject on 
which we might write for months, 
and fill volumes; it is one in which 
the poets have taken especial de¬ 
light, as they have in all matters 
connected with flowers, and well 
they may, for, as Patterson sings : 
“ Flowers are the brightest things which 
earth 
On her broad bosom loves to cherish ; 
Gay they appear, as children’s mirth, 
Like fading dreams of hope they perish. 
In every clime, in every age. 
Mankind have felt their pleasing sway; 
And lays to them have deck’d the page 
Of moralist and minstrel gay. 
By them the lover tells his tale, 
They can his hopes, his fears express 
