i8 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Acacia . Friendship. 
We pine for kindred natures, 
To mingle with our own.— Hemaiis. 
Acacia, Pink or White. Elegance. 
Bear some glad image to my view, 
Will please the mind and fancy too.—A’. L. B. 
Acacia, Yellow. Secret love- 
Or sighed, and looked unutterable Thomson. 
Acanthus . Fine Arts. Artifice. 
'Twas Art, sweet Art! New radiance broke 
When her light foot flew o’er the ground.— Sprague. 
Acalia . Temperance. 
An honest man is still an unmoved rock. 
Washed whiter, but not shaken with the shock. 
Davenport. 
Achillea Millefolia . ... War. 
When the blast of war blows in our ears. 
Then imitate the action of the tiger.— Shakespeare. 
Aconite (Wolfsbane) . Misanthropy. 
Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store 
Of charms, which Nature to her votaries piORnl— Beattie. 
Aconite, Crowfoot . Lustre. 
Sweet flowers are bright 
On earth, as setting suns are bright in heaven. 
T. Wilson. 
Adonis, Flos . Painful Remembrance. 
But ever and anon of griefs subdued. 
There comes a token, like a scorpion's sting.— Byron. 
