THE floral telegraph. 173 
“ My dear, dear Mr. Honeycomb, 
fare you well. Devote yourself hence¬ 
forward to the ladies. They will 
well know how to value you. Leave off 
snuff, renounce hexameters, write no 
tours — take every sacred care of my 
beneficial instructions, and preserve, 
like something holy, my three Voca¬ 
bularies — so shall you live, loved by 
all the ladies, die by them lamented, 
and descend in peace to a flower- 
crowned grave. Depend upon it, I 
shall be there, and over that sacred 
mound, the first, and the last, and 
the sweetest Violets shall bloom. 
Receive the kiss of peace, and fare¬ 
well ! ” 
