THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Jasmine, Indian . I attach myself to you. 
We have been friends together, 
Shall a light word part us now 1—Hon. Mrs. Norton. 
Jasmine, Spanish . Sensttality. 
Where all the storms of passion mainly beat 
On flesh and blood.— S. Daniel. 
Jasmine, Yellow . Grace and elegance. 
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them 
Like instincts, unawares.— Houghton. 
Jonquil . I desire a return of affection. 
Thou, my only joy, 
Thou my chief sorrow, when I saw thee not.— Alford. 
Judas Tree. Unbelief 
J uniper . Succour. 
Their souls flashed out like naked swords, 
Unsheathed for fiery fate.— G. Massey. 
Betrayal. 
Protection. 
J usticia ••• ••• Pile perfection offemale loveliness. 
Oh, and proudly stood she up. 
Her heart within her did not IdRs.—Tennyson. 
