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fink. 
Pink....P^ re Love. 
The primitive Pink is simple red or white, and 
scented; but cultivation has varied the colour from 
the darkest purple to the purest white. Under all its 
diversities, however, it retains its delicious, spicy fra¬ 
grance, and hence has been made the emblem of 
woman’s love, which no circumstance can change. 
Florists designate two - principal divisions of these 
flowers, Pinks and Carnation. The former are marked 
by a spot resembling an eye, and by a more humble 
growth. The flower of the Carnation is much larger 
than that of the Pink, and of a deeper hue. The Car¬ 
nation was called by some of the old English writers 
the clove-gilly flower, from its perfume resembling 
that of cloves. 
She never told her love, 
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, 
Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought; 
And with a green and yellow melancholy, 
She sat (like Patience on a monument) 
Smiling at grief. 
ShaJcspeare. 
It is a fearful thing, 
To love as I love thee; to feel the world—• 
The bright, the beautiful, joy giving world— 
A blank without thee. Never more to me 
