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Than love shall ever doubt alone, 
A breath of his beloved one. 
T. MOORE, 
And James Montgomery says, in that sweet 
collection, the Poet’s Portfolio, 
Where the true love nightingale 
Wooes the rose in every vale. 
The following anecdote is narrated by Mr. 
Phillips, in his “‘ Sylva Florifera,” of the birth 
of the rose :—*“* Flora having found the corpse 
of a favourite nymph, whose beauty of person 
was only surpassed by the purity of her heart 
and chastity of her mind, resolved to raise a 
plant from the precious remains of this daughter 
of the Dryads, for which purpose she begged the 
assistance of Venus and the Graces, as well as of 
all the deities that preside over gardens, to assist 
in the transformation of the nymph into a flower 
that was to be by them proclaimed queen of all 
the vegetable beauties. The ceremony was 
attended by the zephyrs, who cleared the 
atmosphere, in order that Apollo might bless 
the new-created progeny by his beams. Bac- 
chus supplied rivers of nectar to nourish it; 
and Vertumnus poured his choicest perfumes 
over the plant. When the metamorphosis was 
complete, Pomona strewed her fruit over the 
young branches, which were then crowned by 
Flora with a diadem that had been purposely 
prepared by the celestials to distinguish this 
queen of flowers.” 
