366 THE FLORIST. 
patient, and prepare ourselves for disappointment. “In! the meantime’ 
we wish our gardening friends ‘a joyful Christmas when it comes, soon 
tobe followed by a happy new year, made ‘still happier a a Bp HOt 
result of all their present labours. . 
~~ Uffington. 3 tps R. T. Ey : 
THE, S1X,,,0.F,(8 PADS. 
CHAPTER! 228 04 ¢\ nis no BSo 
Tue Presipent’s Lecturt—continued. aia 
As a look, a gesture, a picture, a song, a perfume, may suddenly refer the 
mind to things and thoughts, forgotten half a life, so did this Rose, a Sal-— 
vator Resa to. me, at once revive that early fondness for flowers, which 
had slept, as paralysed as Merlin in the oak, since my childhood laughed.’ 
among the Cowslips.. The ice broke with an, instantaneous-crash; and)» 
set the river free ; the fog disappeared before that single sunbeam, as’ 
swiftly as the spectre: army, which beleaguered. the. walls of-Prague 1 
and it was summer-tide once more. Anatomists tell us\of eases in which 
the brain, accidentally injured, or otherwise oppressed, has been relieveds, 
after long incapacity, and its, powers restored ;, we have an account, for; 
example, ina, recent numberof, the.‘ Edinburgh Review,” and.in ans) 
article upon‘ Brain Difficulties,” of a young gentlemam whose sagacity:, 
was considerably enhanced.-by a well-timed. kick from, a horse; and so.!, 
was. 1 on an analogous principle succcessfully,trepanned by, Dr. Rose, and! | 
my. floral apprehension again putin working order... The clock struck only 
one, but, like the remorseful villain in the tr ragedy, I ‘‘ remember to have i 
heard, a. clock, strike. in my infancy-—-L am overcome—[ burstinto. tears. ! 
—and become a. virtuous and exemplary character for, ever afterwards.”)), 
Sitting. in the garden one summer’s evening with cigar and, heok pend 
looking: up from, the latter, durmg one of those vacant moods, in which « 
the mind, like; the jolly young waterman, is absorbed.in.‘‘ thinking abouts; 
nothing at.all,” my eyes rested on a\Rose, . It glowed in the splendour | la 
of the setting sun with such an intense,and \burning, crimson, the: tints: 
of vivid, searlet gleaming amid the purpler petals, as light,in jewels,or./) 
in dark red wine, that I) shall never lose, my, first ee for, Rosesh 
D'Aguesseaw, Gallica,. although;. having accomplished ; the» mission, 
entrusted \to! her, by-Klora: for my restoration, she, has, never. since 
appeared: in, my; Rosarium/in,such, resistless beauty. ...But(1 ever think”\ 
fondly. of my) first, fair, love, remembering, among a thousand, charmers 
the darling of:my early,youth, asthe heart of man is prone., i Bluebast dai 
himself, I.do,not deubt, was, wont to muse. with special satisfaction, Upon»: 
the fascination of that young.lady, on whom. he first, lavished fs atietes fi 
tions, and subsequently tried his carving- -knife., hint 
The next. evening found me in my accustomed seat, ban i cigars. 
was exchanged for a pencil, with which I was making careful notes,,. 
and my book ,was. Rivers. on the Rose. This dear little Red. Book, 
couleur de, Rose, so earnestly, so gracefully written in a language which, : 
as Lord Macaulay. says.of Livy's, ,is, ‘‘always, fresh, always, sweet, . 
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