46 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
centrating in his bosom. He heard ; 
but he went on his way unheeding. 
<s Eve, her mild and beautiful eyes 
blinded with her tears, marked not 
the ruggedness of her path ; and, her 
soul steeped in the bitterness of woe, 
she regarded not the inequality of 
her steps. She struck her white and 
blue-veined foot against a pointed 
piece of rock, and she bled. The 
pang from the lacerated flesh shot 
upwards with a sudden agony through 
her frame. She looked with conster¬ 
nation and horror upon the new and 
strange miracle — then, for the first 
time, the precious stream of life was 
wasted upon the ground, and the 
