THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
on this side of mortality? But a little 
while ago, and I thought not. I 
have had a most curious occasion for 
changing my opinion. I am convinced 
that when Shakspeare and Pope dis¬ 
coursed so sweetly upon Fays and 
Faeries, Sylphs and Sylphids, they 
had had, like myself, some actual 
manifestation of these sublimated 
existences. 
Ladies, start not ; suppress for 
a moment the smile of incredulity, 
that hardly becomes your beautifully- 
curved lips; and, with the conde¬ 
scension that looks so heavenly from 
female grace, listen and judge. This 
little book, which I, with an adoration 
