84 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
which were to bless its successful issue. 
He came unattended and in disguise. 
He hid himself in this garden, almost 
on the spot where we now stand. He 
saw Violetta — cursed his ill fate, his 
brother, himself — and despaired. 
“ Now was my time. I stole upon 
him in his desponding reveries. I 
whispered things into his bosom that 
he deemed came from thedark caverns 
of his own heart. But,in his disturbed 
dreams, I was omnipotent, I was tri¬ 
umphant! With the voice of passion, 
I detailed to him, one by one, her 
various, her manifold, beauties. I 
spoke to him of her fair and sunny 
hair ; of her brow, purer and whiter 
