48 THE FLORAL 
ROSE. 
As fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; 
As sweet as the evening among the new hay; 
As blithe and as artless as the lambs on the 
lea. 
Burns. 
I 
A merrier man, within the limit of becom¬ 
ing mirth, 1 never spent an hour’s talk withal. 
Shakspeare. 
