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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Desolation ; tlie emblem of faithfulness in adversity, 
the garland with which Time shall enwreath the 
grey piles of silent and untrodden ruins, which in 
his devastating march he has overturned.” 
As many of the flowers thus passed through their 
hands, they gave to them some new charm which 
they had never before possessed ; sometimes varying 
and mingling their fragrances together, and throw¬ 
ing a warm, pearly flush, over what was before of a 
pale and deathly hue. They gave a pale blush to 
the blossoms of the Hawthorn, and pressed the 
white roses to their cheeks, until they left on them 
every tinge, from the warm tint of Beauty to the 
lily-whiteness of their own swan-like necks. Into 
some of the Violets they looked, until they partook 
of the hue of their own deep-blue eyes ; and others, 
which were before of a dark purple, they buried 
in their own snowy bosoms, until they faded into 
a pearly white, then laughingly planted them again 
in the ground, causing them for ever to partake of 
the candour, and sweetness, and innocence of the 
tender hearts on which they were first nursed, and 
the gentle spirit by whose purity their colour was 
changed. Round the Daisy, whose edge before was 
a white, unbroken rim, they clipped the ridge into 
the star-like silver which it now wears, and called 
it the Eye of Day. They picked up the smallest 
Primroses they could find, and, planting them upon 
