THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 25 
With all the grace and dignity of 
the vielle cour , she motioned me to 
be seated. I experienced no alarm, 
my previous tremours had all disap¬ 
peared. The hot mist that had hung 
on the blooming wilderness ebbed 
away, the freshness of spring was 
added to the brilliancy of summer, 
and the sensation of renovated youth 
thrilled through my frame, as I again 
placed myself by the side of one who 
might well be ycleped the Deity of 
the hour of Sunrise. 
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