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LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
Anacreon, in his beautiful ode, tells us that the 
breath of the Rose perfumes the bower of Olympus, 
and that the Graces love to twine themselves to¬ 
gether by a band of these queenly flowers, and that 
it was planted, and reared, and twined above the 
abodes of the Muses ; that he himself loved to view 
it, sleeping upon its glittering stem, in the early 
glance of morning, to wipe away with tender hand 
the dew, which lay like tears upon its blushes, and 
to hold the young buds, while they dropped heavy 
with the rounded pearls which adorned them. That 
there is nothing beautiful in nature unless it wears 
the tinge of the rose; that Aurora paints the 
morning sky with its colours, and the velvet cheeks 
of the nymphs are dyed with the reflexion of its 
blushes. It gives us pleasure to enrich our pages 
with the following beautiful gem, transplanted from 
the Land of Roses into our native soil by Miss 
Costello, and entitled 
THE FAIREST LAND. 
“ ‘Tell me, gentle traveller, thou 
Who hast wandered far and wide, 
Seen the sweetest roses blow, 
And the brightest rivers glide; 
Say, of all thy eyes have seen, 
Which the fairest land has been?’ 
