THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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“No flower amid the garden fairer grows 
Than the sweet lily of the lowly vale.” 
Keats. 
“The lily of the vale, whose virgin flower 
Trembles at every breeze within its leafy bower.” 
Barton. 
Wordsworth does not forget 
“ That shy plant, the lily of the vale, 
That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds 
Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets.” 
And Thomson, in his Spring, bids us 
“ Seek the bank where flowering elders crowd, 
Where, scattered wide, the lily of the vale 
Its balmy essence breathes.” 
PRIVET (Ligustrum vulgare). Prohibition. 
“ Why,” said a young matron to the venerable pastor 
of the village, “ have you not planted a strong thorn 
hedge, instead of that flowering privet which encircles 
your garden ? ” The pastor replied, “ When you for¬ 
bid your child some dangerous pleasure, the prohibition 
is accompanied on your lips by a tender smile ; your look 
is a caress ; and if he rebels, your maternal hand imme¬ 
diately offers a plaything to console him : in like man¬ 
ner, the pastor’s hedge ought to keep off the intrusive, 
and offer flowers even to those whom it repulses.” 
HEATH [Erica). Solitude. 
The common heather, which grows so freely in Great 
Britain and Germany, is not found wild in this country. 
