LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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it, I have dared to christen it the “ Neglected 
Beauty,” for a sweeter flower blows not in all the 
green meadows of pastoral England, and Neglected 
Beauty it shall ever represent to me, for it has been 
too .long overlooked. Miss Twamley, in her “ Wild 
Blowers,” says — and honour to her for saying it,— 
“ Its tall, red-tinted stems, handsome jagged leaves, 
and foam-like flowers, so rich in scent, and so very 
beautiful, well deserve the title so often bestowed 
upon it of ‘ Queen of the Meadows.’ The French 
and Italian names have both the same meaning— 
‘ Meadow-Queen.’ It fills the summer air with a 
scent like new-mown hay and hawthorn.” Fair 
readers! shall this sweet flower, so admirably advo¬ 
cated by a lady, any longer stand disgraced as the 
emblem of Uselessness, or will you not rather step 
forward and defend it as a Neglected Beauty, until 
some happier emblem is chosen? Just fancy one of 
your own sweet selves, for want of an advocate, so 
thrown back and insulted! 
NEGLECTED LOVE — Laimtsiinits. See Legend of 
the “ Forget-me-Not,” page 23. 
PATIENCE— Dock. The haunter of every wayside, 
where it flourishes in spite of the dust and footsteps 
that trample it down. 
PEACE — Olive-branch. One of the oldest emblems on 
record. 
PENSIVENESS— Dowslip. Called by our old poets the 
Sweet Nun of the Fields, and immortalised in 
Shakspeare’s “ Midsummer’s Night’s Dream," where, 
speaking of Titania, he says,— 
“ The Cowslips tall her pensioners be ; 
In their gold coats spots you see : 
' Those be rubies, fairy favours, 
lu those freckles live their savours.” 
