eyes without being deeply sensible of them. We 
are indebted to it for linen cloth, paper and 
lace. 
I love you, Peruvian Heliotrope. Page 192. 
I shall not survive you, Black Mulberry-tree. Every 
body knows the affecting story of Pyramus and 
Thisbe. Pyramus, in the belief that his beloved 
Thisbe had been devoured by a furious lioness, 
killed himself in despair. Thisbe, who had fled 
affrighted from their place of meeting, returned 
just in time to see hei lover expirk She could 
not survive him, and the same dagger united the 
lovers in death. 
I share your sentiments, The Garden Daisy, ft 
appears that it is very long since cultivation 
doubled the pretty field Daisy. When the mis¬ 
tress of a knight permitted him to have this 
flower engraven on his arm, it was a public 
avowal that she returned his love. 
I surmount all difficulties, Misletoe. Page 238. 
1 will think of it. Wild Daisy. In the times of 
chivalry, when a lady would neither reject nor 
accept the suit of her lover, she adorned her 
brow with a wreath of Wild Daisies, which 
intimated: I will think of it. 
