THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 45 
she arose in perfection from the plastic 
hand of the Deity, Eve felt weariness. 
The new and strange sensation en¬ 
twined itself about her delicate limbs, 
and seemed to drag her towards the 
earth. It lay upon her gentle bosom, 
and oppressed its healthful heaving. 
It was as a weight upon her brain, 
and as a faintness on her heart. Then 
was born that intolerable evil, phy¬ 
sical pain. Eve acknowledged the 
birth with a groan—her tears fell no 
longer in silence. She wept aloud. 
“ But, with the harshness of the 
scene around him, Adam’s heart was 
hardening. As if driven in upon him 
from without, evil feelings were con- 
