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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
it. It is a charming reserve which Nature has 
subtracted from the exclusive right of property, 
and which she rejoices in rendering common 
property to all her children. 
The flowers of the Strawberry form pretty 
bouquets; but where is the barbarous hand 
that, in gathering them, would rob the future 
of its fruits ! It is delightful to find, among 
the glaciers of the Alps, the plants and flowers 
of the Strawberry in all seasons of the year. 
When the traveller — scorched by the sun, 
and sinking with fatigue on those rocks, old 
as the world, amidst forests of fir, half over¬ 
whelmed with avalanches—vainly seeks a cabin 
to shelter him, or a fountain to refresh him, 
he suddenly perceives troops of young girls ad¬ 
vancing from the defiles of the rocks, bearing 
baskets of Strawberries that perfume the air: 
they appear at once on the crags above him, 
and in the yawning dells beneath. It would 
seem as if each rock and tree were guarded by 
one of those nymphs whom Tasso placed at 
the gate of Armida’s enchanted gardens. But, 
though equally attractive, the young Swiss girls 
are less dangerous; and, while offering their 
