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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
She saw in curious order set 
The fairest flowers of Eastern land— 
* He loved them once—may touch them yet. 
If offered by Zulieka’s hand.’ 
The childish thought was hardly breathed 
Before the rose was plucked and wreathed$ 
The next fond moment saw her seat 
Her fairy form at Selim’s feet: 
This rose, to calm my brother’s cares, 
A message from the Bulbul bears; 
It say8 to-night he will prolong. 
For Selim’s ear the sweetest song; v 
And though his note is somewhat sad, 
He’ll try for once % strain more glad. 
With some faint hope his altered lay, 
May sing these gloomy thoughts away.’ 
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He lived—he breathed—he moved—he felt 
He raised the maid from where she knelt; 
His trance was gone—his keen eye shone 
With thoughts that long in darkness dwelt; 
With thoughts that burn—in rays that melt.” 
Byron. 
Let us present our raaders with another picture, 
somewhat similar to the first, only that the grief 
is here deeper and more irremediable :— 
"She lived on alms, and carried in her hand 
Some withered stalks she gathered in the spring; 
