OK, LANGUAGE OP FLOWEKS. 171 
“ Oh ! what were man in dai’k misfortune’s hour 
Without her cherishing aid ? A nerveless thing, 
Sinking ignobly ’neath the passing power 
Of every blast of fortune. She can bring 
A balm for every wound : as when the shower 
More heavily falls, the bird of eve will sing 
In richer notes ; sweeter is woman’s voice 
When through the storm it bids the soul rejoice.” 
FLOWERS, LADIES, AND ANGELS. 
If ladies wist to get into the very best 
company possible, we do not know of any 
pleasanter way than is detailed in this 
beautiful scrap from a German poet:— 
A flower do but place nearthy window glass, 
And through it no image of evil shall pass. 
Abroad must thou go F On thy white bosom wear 
A nosegay, and doubt not an angel is there; 
Forget not to water at break of the day 
The lilies, and thou shalt be fairer than they; 
Place a rose near thy bed nightly sentry to keep, 
And angels shall rock thee on roses to sleep.” 
And pray wbat will happen if a gentle¬ 
man does all this? For one, we have a 
