20 THE FLOEAL TELEGEAPH. 
I had just rallied my energies to arise 
and seek the mansion, and thus rid 
myself of this creeping despondency, 
when my eyes were fixed upon a most 
luxurious profusion of the flower 
vulgarly called “ Love Lies Bleed¬ 
ing/' 1 I never beheld it in such quan¬ 
tities before, or with a tint so deeply 
ensanguined. It seemed to have come 
close to me, though, of course, I must 
have approached it unconsciously 
myself. From out of the midst of 
this bosomy exuberance of red, I dis¬ 
cerned two flowers upon tall and 
slender stalks — flowers of a species 
that I had never before seen, though 
I had devoted so many years to 
Botany. 
