THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Potato . Benevolence. 
He that is thy friend indeed, 
He will help thee in thy need.— Barnjield. 
Prickly Pear ... ... .. Satire. 
All fools have still an itching to deride.— 
Pride of China ... ••• Dissension. 
Love has bliss, but love has rmmg.—Campbell. 
Primrose. 
Sleep, image of thy is.'Ca.&x.—Campbell. 
Early youth. 
Primrose, Evening. Inconstancy. 
Time drives the flocks from field to fold. 
When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold.— W. Raleigh. 
Primrose, Red . Unpatronised merit. 
Whether my life shall still decay, 
And when my sorrow end.— N. Breton. 
Privet 
. Prohibition. 
But the weary ne’er return 
To their ain countree.— Gilfillan. 
Purple Clover . Provident. 
Still waiting for the end.— Schiller. 
Pyrus Japonica. Fairies fire. 
Thou happy, happy C\.i\~Hood. 
