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three well printed volumes, without 
one single point in the whole, to which 
you can possibly come. 
“ You see,” said Floribel, “ the 
sun is now dallying with the faint 
outline of the far-off western moun¬ 
tain. I have performed my penance ; 
in your hands is my penalty ; I long 
to take wing, and fly away. Ages, 
Mr. Honeycomb, shall elapse before 
I again interfere with the loves of 
mortals. Oh ! that my invention of 
the Floral Telegraph had struck me 
when the noble Lionel came to woo 
my beloved and innocent Violetta! 
Would not a simple nosegay have told 
all, and arranged all; and thus hap- 
