26 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
CHAPTER III. 
Which showeth in what manner this Lady of 
the forbidden Garden revealed herself to me, 
the Author, Horace Honeycomb, Esq., and 
detaileth her learned discourse upon Flowers. 
After the fair and glorious being 
had seen me comfortably placed be¬ 
side her, wreathing her sweet coun¬ 
tenance into a smile of blessedness, 
she said, in the modulation of quiet 
harmony, “ My dear Mr. Honeycomb, 
it is exactly one hundred and seven 
years, seven months, and seven days 
—the hours we will not mention, for 
