Tuberose. 
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It has been prettily remarked that we must remember that 
Moore is speaking of the lady’s habits when in her native 
country ; in our colder clime she waits for the sunshine before 
expanding her perfumed petals. When worn in the hair by 
a Malayan lady, it informs her lover, in a manner that words 
could never speak half so well, that his suit is pleasing to her. 
An exquisite little jeu d'esprit by Leigh Hunt, known as the 
“ Albanian Love Letter,” prettily carries out this idea of 
“ Saying all one feels and thinks 
In clever daffodils and pinks; 
Uttering (as well as silence may) 
The sweetest words the sweetest way.” 
It may be found entire under the heading of “Floral Bou¬ 
quets.” 
