INTRODUCTION 
TO THE 
LADY’S BOOK OF FLOWERS AND POETRY. 
“ Who does not love a flower, 
Its hues are taken from the light 
Which summer’s suns fling pure and bright, 
In scattered and prismatic hues, 
That smile and shine in dropping dews ; 
Its fragrance from the sweetest air, 
Its form from all that’s light and fair, 
Who does not love a flower.” 
Brainard. 
The above lines express too fully the natural sen¬ 
timents of the heart, to need any formal remarks from 
us on the beauties of flowers. Dear to all are these 
favorite children of Nature, smiling out from the soli¬ 
tary nook, and blooming amid high and rugged cliffs. 
Linked with many a fond association, may be the sim¬ 
plest flower, from the “ rosemary which is for “ re¬ 
membrance,” to the wild flower of the fields, which 
brings back to us a thousand bright recollections of 
sunny and rambling hours, when a fair unclouded future 
