LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
When any asked the cause, she smiled, and said 
They were her sisters, and would come and watch 
Her grave when she was dead. She never spoke 
Of her deceased father, mother, home, 
Or child, or heaven, or hell, or God, hut still 
In lonely places walked, and ever gazed 
TJpon the withered stalks, and talked to them; 
Till wasted to the shadow of her youth, 
With woe too wide to see beyond, she died.” 
POLLOK. 
These withered stalks were to her as beautiful 
and full of perfume as when they were first 
plucked, and she regarded them as the friends 
and companions of her youth, talking to them, 
and receiving answers — words of love and 
affection. We are here reminded of poor 
Ophelia, who in her madness made u fantastic 
garlands” 
“ Of crow flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples.” 
Of which it has been observed that they are 
all emblematic flowers, the first signifying, Fair 
Maid; the second, stung to the quick; the 
third, her virgin bloom; the fourth, under the 
cold hand of death; and the whole being wild 
flowers, might denote the bewildered state oj 
her faculties. 
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