THE PURPLE LILAC. 
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more furnish words to paint them, than could 
the artist produce colours to portray the 
Lilac; we can only say, “ they have been, 
they can never be again : they furnished the 
emotion of an existence in a drop of time; 
but what was that emotion ? was it pain or 
pleasure, was it hope, was it fear ?—neither— 
yet, perhaps, all; it was absorbing; it was 
and is not, and is indescribable. Thus, then, 
are the infant flowers of the Lilac a faithful 
resemblance of the emotion; they are cha¬ 
racterised by freshness, youth, delicacy, and 
indescribability, and so are the first emotions 
of true love.” 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
When by the evening’s quiet light, 
There sit two silent lovers, 
They say, while in such tranquil plight. 
An angel round them hovers. 
And, further still, old legends tell,— 
The first who breaks the silent spell, 
To say a soft and pleasing thing. 
Hath felt the passing angel’s wing. 
