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from the ground. She did not like to think of 
so soon leaving this beautiful world and all its flow¬ 
ers and birds. “ What! are you afraid to die ?” said 
the Hawthorn, quite surprised that she had alarmed 
her. “Iam the emblem of Hope to some nations of 
the earth. I came from the shore of the Red Sea, 
where people live in deep caves, that are dark and 
gloomy; and when their friends die, they strew 
branches of my flowers over them, to express their 
joy and hope of future happiness, for death is to 
them the morning of a new day that has no night, 
on which they shall meet to be separated no more, 
“ In all countries, lovers come to sit under my 
shade, and talk of future happiness in heaven if not 
on earth. And we are a favorite ornament of gar¬ 
dens ; but there we are not suffered to grow in our 
native wildness. Every projecting twig is clipped 
from the hedge by the hands of the gardeners, who 
