172 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
piness have been secured to all! 
Much, much have I to deplore the 
use and the abuse of written letters. 
However, lovers may now be wise, 
and, being wise, be happy. Already 
I feel the chains, invisible to you, 
drop from my fettered limbs. I scent 
the warm fragrance of the far-off 
Italian air. This night I shall sleep 
couched upon a bed of my most 
beautiful Violets. I shall bathe me 
in the dew that rests upon their deli¬ 
cate petals; I shall banquet upon 
their honey that none but the bee 
and I know how to extract; I shall 
drink to delirium of the aroma that 
distils from their beautiful hearts. 
