36 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
blue. I have given you the name I 
bore among the ancients. Those 
flowers spell Flora. I am one of 
the millions who bear that patronymic. 
Under that title, ages ago, I, among 
the rest, was worshipped, and miser¬ 
ably profaned, too. I abhor idolatry 
—the thoughts of their Floral games 
make me shudder. I was never con¬ 
senting to those abominations. All 
that is now happily altered. For the 
want of a better term, you may call 
me a Sylph. It will give you the 
best idea of my nature. I chuse to 
distinguish myself from all other Flo¬ 
ras— and our family is terribly nu¬ 
merous—by the title of Floribel. I 
