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LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
one was longest, they prophesied that Sunday 
would be their wedding-day; eight denoted fickle¬ 
ness ; nine, a changing heart; and eleven—the 
most ominous number of all—disappointment in love, 
and an early grave. They called it no end of endear¬ 
ing names ; such as Love-in-idleness,— Cuddle-me- 
to-you,—Kiss-me-at-the-garden-gate,'— Hearts’-ease, 
—Think-of-me,—Three-faces-under-a-hood,—Jump- 
up-and-kiss-me,—and many others equally expres¬ 
sive, which have yet to be culled out of the pages of 
our oldest poets; and this flower, eyed like the 
bird of Juno, has ever been selected as the emblem 
of the noblest faculty with which mankind is gifted. 
After all its trivial appellatives are exhausted, it 
stands up, bold and solemn, the solitary flower of 
thought: the representative of that silent messenger 
which in a moment is wafted over wide seas, and 
to far-off foreign shores; that can recall faces, and 
forms, and sights, and sounds, at will,—daring even 
to soar on the wings of a Milton into the presence 
of the Highest, and to picture the halo of that 
blinding glory, before which the ranged ranks of 
Heaven “ veil their faces with their wings.” Plunging 
again fearlessly downward in a moment, bidding- 
unfathomable seas open, and fiery volcanoes bare 
their nethermost depths, while, with fearless eye, it 
surveys those vast realms where the fallen angels 
writhe in the sweat of their great agony, amid 
