FLORAL EMBLEMS, 
203 
“ Love : that vast passion of the mind. 
Whose roving flames does traverse o’er 
All nature’s good, and search for more; 
Still to thy magic spheres confin’d. 
’Tis beauty’s all we can desire ; 
Beauty the native mansion of love’s fire.” 
A LOVE MATCH. 
London-pride, or None-so-pretty. 
Saxifraga Umbrosa. 
“ If this,” he cries, “ a bondage be. 
Who would wish for liberty !” 
This pretty little flower, which the French 
call amourette, is made the emblem of those 
love affairs which generally meet with the 
most opposition. 
“ The father, too, a sordid man, 
Who love nor pity knew, 
Was all unfeeling as the clod. 
From whence his riches grew. 
Mallet. 
