INTRODUCTION". 
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“ And such being scattered on a grave, 
Whoever mourneth there, may have 
A type which seemeth worthy 
Of that fair body hid below, 
Which bloomed on earth a time ago, 
Then perished as the earthy. 
“ And such being wreathed for worldly feast, 
Across the brimming cup some guest 
Their rainbow colors viewing, 
May feel them, with a silent start, 
The covenant his childish heart 
With Nature made,—renewing.” 
Ancl Leigh Hunt playfully declares :— 
s ‘ An exquisite invention this, 
Worthy of love’s most honeyed kiss, 
This art of writing billet doux 
In buds and odors, and bright hues ; 
In saying all one feels and thinks 
In clever daffodils and pinks, 
Uttering (as well as silence may) 
The sweetest words the sweetest way : 
How fit, too, for the lady’s bosom, 
The place where billet doux repose ’em. 
“ How charming in some rural spot, 
Combining love with garden plot, 
At once to cultivate one’s flowers, 
And one’s epistolary powers, 
Growing one’s own choice words and fancies 
In orange-tubs and beds of pansies ; 
One’s sighs and passionate declarations 
In odorous rhet’ric of carnations ; 
Seeing how far one’s stocks will reach ; 
Taking due care one’s flowers of speech 
To guard from blight as well as bathos, 
And watering every day one’s pathos. 
J* 
