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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
SWEET-SCENTED TUSSILAGE. 
JUSTICE SHALL BE DONE TO YOU. 
Although this plant is a native of Italy, it re¬ 
mained unknown till the present century, when 
M. Villan, a skilful botanist of Grenoble, was at¬ 
tracted by its delightful fragrance at the foot of 
Mount Pilatus, in Switzerland, whence he brought 
it to perfume the winter gardens of our continen¬ 
tal neighbours. It cast its first odour on the 
British shore in 1806, and it has become so far 
naturalized to our climate as to discharge its fra¬ 
grance over our walks in winter, as freely as the 
mignonette of Egypt does in summer. 
Thus genius, hidden beneath a modest exte¬ 
rior, is not discerned by the vulgar; but if it 
once meets the eye of an enlightened judge, its 
powers are revealed, and it commands the ad¬ 
miration of those who, with stupid indifference, 
perceived in it nothing extraordinary. A young 
miller in Holland, having a taste for painting, 
exercised it at leisure-hours in portraying the 
