FLORAL CONFERSA FLOAT. 
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The Cypress, that daily shades the grave, 
Is sorrow that mourns her bitter lot; 
And Faith, that a thousand ills can brave, 
Speaks in the blue leaves, Forget-me-not 
Then gather a wreath from the garden bowers, 
And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers. 
Percival. 
SECRET CORRESPONDENCE. 
Persons writing to each other may use the flower language 
as a sort of secret correspondence, by employing the names 
of the flowers for their equivalent expressions. The fol¬ 
lowing specimen will serve as an example : 
Wormwood has no Crown Imperial on Bittersweet 
Myrtle. You know I have a Mandrake of Bilberry, Musk 
plant upside down ! Liverwort we are Mountain Ash. 
Banish all Marigolds, and Pansy only of the Holly of our 
Nutmeg Geranium. 
Translated this will read : 
Absence has no power on true love. You know I have 
a horror of treachery. No weakness ! Have confidence, 
and we are secure. Banish all grief, and think only of 
the happiness of our meeting. 
