OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 149 
It might cost them their lives to be out in the air. 
The Sensitive Plant hoped her friend would 
excuse her, 
It thrill’d every nerve in her frame to refuse her. 
But she did not believe she had courage to view 
The solemn transaction she’d summoned her to. 
Widow Wail had a ticket, but would not attend, 
For fear her low spirits should sadden her friend; 
And, too wild to regard either lady or lord, 
Honey-suckle, as usual, was gadding abroad. 
Notwithstanding all which, preparations were made 
In the very first style for the splendid parade. 
One Cloth-plant, a clothier of settled repute, 
Undertook to provide every beau with a suit, 
Trimmed with bachelor’s buttons, but these, 1 pre¬ 
sume, 
Were rejected, as out of the proper costume. 
Miss Satin-flower, fancy-dress-maker from town, 
Had silks of all colours and patterns sent down ; 
For which Ladies’ Ribbon could hardly prepare 
Her trimmings, so fast as bespoke by the fair. 
Two noted perfumers from Shrubbery Lane, 
Messrs. Musk-Rose and Lavender, essenced 
the train, 
And ere the last twilight of April expired, 
The whole blooming band was completely, attired. 
At length the bright morning, with glittering eye, 
Peep’d o’er the green earth from the rose-colour’d 
sky; 
