POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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‘ The heart doth recognise thee, 
Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, 
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete. 
Perceiving all those changes that disguise thee, 
Yes, and the heart doth owe thee 
More love, dead rose, than to any roses bold, 
Which Julia wears at dances, smiling cold! 
Lie still upon this heart, which breaks below thee!” 
There is a highly imaginative stanza in 
‘Alnwick Castle,” by Halleck, in which these 
token-flowers are suggestively introduced: 
“ Wild roses by the Abbey towers 
Are gay in their young bud and bloom— 
They tuere born of a race of funeral f owers, 
That garlanded, in long-gone hours, 
A Templar’s knightly tomb.” 
KO SEMARY. 
REMEMBRANCE. 
There’s rosemary for you: that’s for remembrance. 
Shakspeare. 
Numberless quotations from the older poets 
might be given to prove that our forefathers in¬ 
variably adopted Rosemary as the symbol of re- 
