OB, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 213 
But oh! how soon its sweets are gone, 
How soon it withering lies! 
So, when the eve of life comes on, 
Sweet beauty fades and dies. 
Then since the fairest form that’s made 
Soon withering we shall find, 
Let us possess what ne’er will fade, 
The beauties of the mind. 
IIon. C. J. Fox, 
THE LANGUAGE OF LOSES. 
A LOVE LETTEK. 
Bay Bose, lest thy Lose be Rose Mundi. 
Ah, I judge thee to be Musk cluster Rose, 
Red Rose-bud. I admire thy Red Rose 
(full), for it is Multi-flora Rose. Rose 
Austrian, therefore thornless Rose. Mai¬ 
den Blush Rose, and there will soon be a 
Moss Rose-bud with single Rose and deep 
Red Rose. Daily Rose ; therefore Christ¬ 
mas Rose, and give Damask Rose to my 
mind. May our Pear-Tree soon lead to 
White and Red Rose united; and may 
