THE FLORAE TELEGRAPH. 51 
and fondly-loving pair, on the follow¬ 
ing day, resumed their weary course, 
the guardian spirits that attended 
them, at every tender expression , every 
resigned thought, and every pious as¬ 
piration, caused to spring up beneath 
the feet of the wanderers Flowers of 
every blooming hue, graceful form, 
and invigorating fragrance. 
“ Then were first of all called into 
existence the terrestrially immortal 
race, of which I am so insignificant a 
member and here Floribel dropped 
me, Mr. Horace Honeycomb, a be- 
witchingly deprecating courtesy. I 
endeavoured assiduously to bow her 
into self-conceit. 
