22 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
and I thought to myself that, could 
the ashes of two lovers be subtilized 
sufficiently, these flowers would make 
a much more fitting receptacle for 
them than the sculptured marble of 
either Greek or Roman. Whilst I 
was following the melancholy train of 
reflections arising from this thought, 
suddenly, from the depths of the flow¬ 
ers, the objects of my contemplations, 
up sprang two most beauteous butter¬ 
flies.— Butterfly! Mean, inappro¬ 
priate term ! How much I detest the 
word ! Imago is better — but it 
sounds pedantic. 
Call them what you will, these 
lovely emanations of joyous Nature 
