THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 6i 
Hazel . Reconciliation. 
I cry no more, because he’s dead.— Swift. 
Heath . Solitude. 
And lonely the dark raven’s sheltering tree.— B. Barto7i. 
Helenium. Tears. 
Let me kiss off that falling tear.—(7(7)/. 
Heliotrope . Devotion. Faithfulness. 
That turns to the sun when he sets 
The same look that she turned when he rose.— Moore. 
Hellebore . Scandal. Cahtmny. 
That mocks the tear it forced to flow.— Gray. 
Helmet Flower (Monkshood) ... Knight-errantry. 
He was a very perfect gentle knight.— Chaxuer. 
Hemlock. You will be my death. 
And pledged them in Death’s black Wme.—Procter. 
Hemp. Fate. 
Except wind stands as never it stood, 
It is an ill wind turns none to good.— T. Tusser. 
Henbane. Imperfection. 
With all my imperfections on my Shakespeare. 
Hepatica . Confidence. 
Hibiscus . Delicate beauty. 
Look you how she cometh, trilling 
Out her gay heart’s bird-like bliss \~-G. Massey. 
