CORNER BOOK SHOP 102 FOURTH AVENUE NEW YORK 3, N. Y. ALBERT R. MANN LIBRARY AT CORNELL UNIVERSITY THE GIFT OF Isabel Zucker class 1 26 ! iT.T>0*£ r ’ ' 1 r ' V 'll "’t:l IT SI I- :.S UV.W .re. V THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS with ILLUSTRATIVE POETRY ; TO WHICH ARE NOW ADDED THE CALENDAR OF FLOWERS AND THE DIAL OF FLOWERS. SebentI) IStrition, REVISED BY THE EDITOR OF “ FORGET ME NOT,” How much there is of the heart’s eloquence In but a simple Flower!—Oh, Flowers were made For Love’s interpreters! LONDON: SAUNDERS & OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET 1840 . Vii{Ut~T MA/Pfc& La? T. C. Sayill, Printer, 107, St. Martin’s Lane. TO her royal highness THE DUCHESS OF KENT, THIS VOLUME is BY GRACIOUS PERMISSION MOST RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED. PREFACE. When Nature laughs out in all the tri¬ umph of Spring, it may be said, without a metaphor, that, in her thousand varieties of flowers, we see the sweetest of her smiles; that, through them, we comprehend the ex¬ ultation of her joys; and that, by them, she wafts her songs of thanksgiving to the hea¬ ven above her, which repays her tribute of gratitude with looks of love. Yes, flowers have their language. Theirs is an oratory Vlll PREFACE. that speaks in perfumed silence, and there is tenderness, and passion, and even the light¬ heartedness of mirth, in the variegated beauty of their vocabulary. To the poetical mind, they are not mute to each other; to the pious, they are not mute to their Creator: and ours shall be the office, in this little volume, to translate their pleasing language, and to shew that no spoken word can approach to the delicacy of sentiment to be inferred from a flower seasonably offered ; that the softest impressions may be thus conveyed without offence, and even profound grief alleviated, at a moment when the most tuneful voice would grate harshly on the ear, and when the stricken soul can be soothed only by un¬ broken silence. PREFACE. IX In treating of so gay a subject, we will not make a parade of our learning, to tell our fair readers what fine things Pliny has said upon it; or, in the spirit of prosing, write a crabbed treatise upon the Egyptian hiero¬ glyphics. We will even spare them a dis¬ sertation upon the Floral Alphabet of the effeminate Chinese; they had, and have, their flowers and their feelings, their emblems and their ecstacies. Let them enjoy them. We shall do no more than rove through the European Garden, to cull its beauties, to ar¬ range them into odoriferous significance, and to teach our refined and purifying science to those fair beings, the symbols of whose mortal beauty are but inadequately found in the most glorious flowers, and whose mental X PREFACE. charms cannot be duly typified till we shall have reached those abodes where reigns everlasting spring, and where decay is un¬ known. But little study will be requisite for the science which we teach. Nature has been before us. We must, however, premise two or three rules. When a flower is presented in its natural position, the sentiment is to be understood affirmatively; when reversed, negatively. For instance, a rose-bud, with its leaves and thorns, indicates fear with hope; but if reversed, it must be construed as saying “ you may neither fear nor hope Again, divest the same rose-bud of its thorns, and it permits the most sanguine hope; de¬ prive it of its petals, and retain the thorns, PREFACE. XI and the worst fears may be entertained. The expression of every flower may be thus varied by varying its state or position. The Marigold is emblematical of pain ; place it on the head, and it signifies trouble of mind ; on the heart, the pangs of love; on the bosom, the disgusts of ennui. The pronoun I is expressed by inclining the symbol to the right, and the pronoun thou by inclining it to the left. These are a few of the rudiments of our significant language. We call upon Friend¬ ship and Love to unite their discoveries with ours; for it is in the power only of these sweetest sentiments of our nature to bring to perfection what they have so beautifully invented, the mystical, yet pleasing, links of PREFACE. xii intelligence, that bind soul to soul, in the tender and quiet harmony of the one, or in the more impassioned felicity of the other. By way of conclusion, it may be proper to remark that though this work is founded on a small French volume, yet, from the alterations which have been introduced, it cannot, strictly speaking, be called a translation. INTRODUCTION. If we may believe modern interpreters, tbe - language of flowers was known to the ancients, and it would appear that the Greeks under¬ stood the art of communicating a secret message through the medium of a bouquet. It is only necessary to consult the Dream-book of Arte- midorus to be convinced that every individual flower of which the wreaths of the ancients were composed conveyed some particular mean¬ ing. At all events, it is evident that garlands were conspicuous in the emblematic devices of antiquity. Our English poets have not neglected to avail themselves of the emblematic language of flowers. On this subject, a late writer has the following observations. B 2 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Shakspeare has evinced in several of his plays a knowledge and a love of flowers, hut in no in¬ stance has he shewn his taste and judgment in the selection of them with greater effect than in forming the coronal wreath of the lovely maniac, Ophelia. The Queen describes the garland as composed of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long-purples ; and there can he no question that Shakspeare intended them all to have an em¬ blematic meaning. The crow-flower is a species of lychnis, alluded to by Drayton in his Polyolbion. The common English name is meadow lychnis, or meadow campion. It is sometimes found double in our hedge-rows, hut more commonly in France; and in this form we are told by Parkinson it was called The Fayre Mayde of France. It is to this name and to this variety that Shakspeare alludes in Hamlet. The long-purples are commonly called dead men’s hands, or fingers. “ Our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them.” The daisy (or day’s eye) imports the pure virginity or spring of life, as being itself the virgin bloom of the year. INTRODUCTION. 3 The intermixture of nettles requires no com¬ ment. Admitting the correctness of this interpreta¬ tion, the whole is an exquisite specimen of em¬ blematic or picture-writing. They are all wild flowers, denoting the bewildered state of the beautiful Ophelia’s own faculties ; and the order runs thus, with the meaning of each term be¬ neath : Crow-flowers. Nettles. Daisies. Long-purples. Fayre Mayde Stung to Her virgin Under the cold the quick bloom hand of death. “ A fair maid stung to the quick ; her virgin bloom under the cold hand of death.” It would be difficult to find a more emblematic wreath for this interesting victim of disappointed love and filial sorrow. Flowers, the emblems and favourites of the fair, are not every where prized merely for their beauty and their perfume; invention has created from them symbolic phrases for expressing the secret sentiments of the heart. This language is most generally used by the Turkish and Greek women in the Levant, and by the African fe¬ males on the coast of Barbary. 4 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Castellan, in his “ Letters on Greece,” men¬ tions that when he was passing through the lovely valley of Bujukderu on the Bosphorus, his attention was attracted by a little country pleasure-house, surrounded by a neat garden. Beneath one of the grated windows stood a young Turk, who, after playing a light prelude on the tambur, a sort of mandoline, sang a love- song, in which the following verse occurred:— The nightingale wanders from flower to flower, Seeking the rose, his heart’s only prize ;* Thus did my love change every hour, Until I saw thee, light of my eyes ! No sooner was the song ended than a small white hand opened the lattice of the window, and dropped a hunch of flowers. The young Turk picked up the nosegay, and appeared to read in it some secret message. He pressed it to his bosom, then fastened it in his turban, and, after making some signs towards the window, he withdrew. The young gallant appeared from his dress to he nothing more than a poor water- * Alluding to the love of the nightingale for the rose, which is a favourite theme of the Oriental poets. The nightingale, a bird of passage in the East, as with us, appears at the season when the rose begins to blow. INTRODUCTION. 5 carrier. But the Turkish proverb says that, how¬ ever high a woman may rear her head towards the clouds, her feet nevertheless touch the earth. The girl wms actually the daughter of a rich Jew, worth a hundred thousand piastres. A nosegay, or garland of flowers, ingeniously selected, and put together for the purpose of communicating in secret and expressive lan¬ guage the sentiments of the heart, is in the East called a Salaam (salutation). It often hap¬ pens that a female slave corresponds with her lover merely by the various arrangement of flower-pots in a garden. Written love-letters would often be inadequate to convey an idea of the feelings which are thus expressed through the medium of flowers. Thus, orange-flowers signify hope; marigolds, despair; sunflowers, constancy ; roses, beauty ; and tulips represent the complaints of infidelity. This hieroglyphic language is known only to the lover and his mistress. In order to envelop it the more completely in the veil of secresy, the significations of the different flowers are changed, in conformity with a preconcerted plan : for example, the rose is employed to ex- B 3 f) LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. press tlie idea which would otherwise be attached to the amaranth, the gilliflower is substituted for the pomegranate blossom, &c. The language of flowers is much employed in the Turkish harems, Avhere the women practise it either for the sake of mere diversion in their solitude, or for the purpose of secret communi¬ cation. La Motraie, the companion of Charles XII., and Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, were the first who gave celebrity in Europe to the lan¬ guage of flowers. The few examples cited by Lady Montagu are not calculated to afford a clear and accurate idea of the principles on which this language is founded. Its spirit con¬ sists not, as might naturally be supposed, in the connexion which fancy may trace between par¬ ticular flowers and certain thoughts and feelings. Such an idea never entered the heads of the fair inventresses of the oriental language of flowers. They have contented themselves with merely taking a word which may happen to rhyme with the name of any particular flower or fruit, and then filling up the given rhyme with some fanciful phrase corresponding with INTRODUCTION. / its signification. The language, therefore, con¬ sists not of individual words, hut of whole phrases ; and a flower or fruit expresses an idea suggested by the word with which its name happens to rhyme. Thus, for instance, the word Armonde (Pear) rhymes among other words with Omonde (hope) ; and this rhyme is filled up as follows :—“ Armonde — Wer bana bir Omonde (Pear—Let me not despair). The Turkish dialect, being rich in rhymes, presents a multitude of words corresponding in sound with the names of flowers, or any other objects that may be selected ; but these rhymes are not all admitted into the language of flowers, and the knowledge of this language consists in being acquainted with the proper rhyme. The vocabulary is not extensive, for the whole lan¬ guage scarcely exceeds a hundred signs and phrases. The celebrated orientalist, Mr. von Hammer, collected from the Greek and Ar¬ menian women who are permitted to visit the harems many of the phrases of this curious language, which have been published, with a French and German translation, in the Mis¬ cellany entitled, “ Mines of the East.” 8 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. In India, which may he regarded as the cradle of poetry, we are informed that it is customary to express, by the combination of flowers, those sentiments of the heart which are regarded as too refined and sacred to be communicated through the common medium of Avords. The young females of Amboyna are singularly inge¬ nious in the art of conversing in the language of flowers and fruits. Yet this language, like that employed in Turkey and in other parts of the East, bears no resemblance to that with which we have hitherto been acquainted in Eu¬ rope ; though, according to the received notion, Ave Avere indebted for our first knowledge of this language to the Crusaders and to pilgrims who visited the Holy Land. In early times it was customary in Europe to employ particular colours for the purpose of ex¬ pressing certain ideas and feelings. The ena¬ moured knight indicated his passion by Avearing a red and violet scarf—if he made choice of a reddish grey colour, it was to denote that love had urged him to the combat—on the other hand, the combination of yellow, green, and violet, proclaimed that the knight returned tri- INTRODUCTION. 9 umphant from the conflict, and had gained the reward of love. In France, where the symbolical meaning of colours was formed into a regular system, great importance was attached to the art of expressing ideas by the selection of particular colours for dresses, trimmings, &c. Francis I., however, broke through all the rules of etiquette on this point. In the reign of that monarch, widows were permitted to wear any colours and stuff's they pleased for under-garments, and for gowns they were at liberty to choose one of two colours, a privilege which they had not previously en¬ joyed. In course of time, the practice of adopt¬ ing colours for the purpose of emblematic repre¬ sentations gradually declined, and was observed only in the choice of arms and liveries, in which it has been retained, with certain modifications, to the present day. In the ages of chivalry, red was highly es¬ teemed as the colour of love, and, accordingly, the rose was, on account of its tint, a favourite emblem. Thus, in the romance of Perceforet, a hat adorned with roses is celebrated as a favourite gift of love ; and, in Amadis de Gaul, 10 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. the captive Oriana is represented as throwing to her lover a rose wet with tears, as the sweetest pledge of her unalterable faith. The various allegorical meanings which were in the middle ages attached to the rose are described in the celebrated Romaunt de la Rose, which was com¬ menced, in the year 1G20, by Guillaume de Lor- ris, and finished, forty years later, by Jean de Meun. In the famous German Helderibuch, or Book of Heroes, which is supposed to have been chiefly written by Henry von Ofterdingen, the Rose Garden of Wurms holds a distinguished place. This garden was encircled by a silken thread instead of a wall; and the victorious knights who defended it against the encroach¬ ments of a party of giants were, by Princess Chrymhilde, rewarded with a chaplet of roses and a kiss. One of the knights, named Hilde- brandtf is described as having accepted the chaplet but declined the salute. A monk, named Ilsan, however, who was one of the triumphant warriors, not satisfied with the re¬ wards conferred on himself, demanded a chaplet and a kiss for each of the fifty-two monks of the INTRODUCTION. 11 convent to which he belonged. It is added that Chrymhilde granted this boon; though not until Ilsan had fought and conquered fifty-two of the offending giants. In the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, tournaments lost much of the sanguinary cha¬ racter which had previously distinguished them. They became merely entertainments for the celebration of court-festivals; and the combat¬ ants gained the prize of victory, not by wounds and bloodshed, but by broken lances, the frag¬ ments of which were presented to them as tro¬ phies of success. It was the etiquette of early times for a knight, on entering the lists at a tournament, to beg permission to wear the colours of the lady to whose service he was devoted; but this practice was gradually suc¬ ceeded by that of wearing about the person any pledge of love which the knight solicited from his mistress, or which the latter spontaneously presented to him. This custom of giving and wearing favours was kept up until the middle of the seventeenth century. Various changes of fashion took place with respect to the objects which were thus presented as pledges of regard; 12 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. and if Bayard, the “ knight without fear and without reproach,” obtained from the lady of his heart a pair of elegant bracelets and a silken purse—the favoured knight of a more recent age received from the hand of his mistress the less costly gift of a simple flower. The pre¬ sents given in this manner by ladies to their favourite champions were soon converted into emprises, or devices, and were worn on those parts of the dress or armour which an adversary was obliged to touch when he challenged the possessor of the emprise to single combat. In France, during the middle ages, flowers were much employed as emblems of love and friendship. At the banquet given in celebration of the marriage of Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy, with the English Princess Margaret, several ingenious automata were introduced— among others was a large unicorn, bearing on its hack a leopard, which held in one claw the standard of England, and in the other a daisy, the French name of which is Marguerite. The unicorn, having gone round all the tables, halted before the Duke ; and one of the maitres d’hotel, taking the daisy from the leopard’s INTRODUCTION. 13 claw, presented it, with a complimentary ad¬ dress, to the royal bridegroom. In the same country, an homage, unparalleled in its kind, was paid to a lady in the early part of the seventeenth century. The Duke of Mon- tausier, on obtaining the promise of the hand of Mademoiselle de Rambouillet, sent to her, according to custom, every morning till that fixed for the nuptials, a bouquet composed of the finest flowers of the season. But this was not all: on the morning of New Year’s Day, 1634, the day appointed for the marriage, he laid upon her dressing-table a magnificently bound folio volume, on the parchment leaves of which the most skilful artists of the day had painted from nature a series of the most beau¬ tiful flowers then cultivated in Europe. The first poets of Paris contributed the poetical illus¬ trations, which were written by the cleverest penmen under the different flowers. The most celebrated of these madrigals, composed by Chapelain on the Crown Imperial, represented that superb flower as having sprung from the blood of Gustavus Adolphus, who fell in the battle of Liitzen ; and thus paid, in the name of c 14 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. the Swedish hero, a delicate compliment to the bride, who was a professed admirer of his cha¬ racter. According to a statement published some years since, this magnificent volume, which was called, after the name of the lady, the Garland of Julia, was disposed of, in 1784, at the sale of the Duke de la Valliere’s effects, for fifteen thousand five hundred and ten livres, (about £C50,) and is now in England. Plants may in many respects be regarded as . beings closely allied to man, and they frequently exercise an important influence over us. The following remarks on this subject suggested themselves to Matthisson, the German poet, while journeying along the Cosato Domo d’Os- sola. “ The beautiful Cyclamen, which blooms along both sides of the road, continually re¬ minded me of the delightful summer day which I spent in company with Salis and his wife, at a shepherd’s hut in the neighbourhood of Ma- lans, where for the first time I saw this flower growing wild. I have never since beheld the Cyclamen without being reminded of the beloved friends with whom I first plucked and examined it, and of the smiling landscapes with which we INTRODUCTION. 15 were surrounded. There are various other plants, the sight of which also revives in my mind recollections of dear and interesting per¬ sons, and which brings the scenes of early youth forcibly before me, as the strains of the Runs de.s Vaches, when heard in a foreign country, remind the Swiss peasant of his native moun¬ tains. “ Numerous examples might be adduced to prove that, in the power of exciting past recol¬ lections, the sight of a flower has often a more magic effect than even the favourite melodies of our youth. I myself know a young lady who, though entirely free from nervous weakness, could never look at a carnation without burst¬ ing into tears, because she was plucking a flower of that kind at the moment when she was informed of her mother’s death. The sight of the periwinkle always produced pleasingly painful feelings in Rousseau’s mind; and Bou¬ gainville’s South Sea Islander, on being taken to the Botanic Garden in Paris, knelt before an Otaheitean plant, and kissed it as fondly as he would have kissed the lips of a beloved mistress. It would be impossible to describe the many de- 16 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. lightful ideas and recollections for which, dur¬ ing my solitary journeys, I have been indebted to the chronicle of Flora.” A flower-garden may be compared to a pano¬ rama of hieroglyphics, displaying not the mise¬ rable worldly wisdom of mortals, inscribed in dead characters, hut the maxims of immortal philosophy, exhibited in living forms, with all their peculiar varieties. Fancy traces a sym¬ bolic resemblance between man and the forms and motions of all the natural objects in the creation ; and, to borrow Chateaubriand’s bold metaphor, the whole universe may he considered as the imagination of the Deity rendered visible; yet certainly this similarity is most particularly striking in the vegetable world. The most superficial observer cannot fail to perceive that plants present faithful emblems of the various stages of human life, and the most remarkable peculiarities in our physical formation, and in our moral relations to each other. In those southern regions, where every living- being feels the influence of vital heat and the exciting oxygen which pervades the atmosphere —where the genial climate, with scarcely any INTRODUCTION. 17 change of seasons, liberally provides for the support of man — Nature presents her vegetable hieroglyphics in the most marked and perma¬ nent characters. The contemplation of the starry canopy of heaven is calculated to inspire every reflecting mind with the sublimest ideas of immortality. When the attractions of all transitory objects are veiled in the gloom of night — when, amidst the stillness of Nature, the voice of God resounds in the rustling of the trees and the murmuring of the swelling billows —the soul seems to wing its way towards the realms of eternity, and the virtuous mind is impressed with a deeper consciousness of its moral dignity. This trait in the human mind is typified in the vegetation of the East, by a tree, to which the Turks, Arabians, Persians, and Malays give various names, and which we distinguish by the appellation of the Sorrow¬ ful Tree, (Nyctanthes arbor tristis, L.) In form it is like the cherry tree ; but it is of much larger size. Its flowers, which resemble the orange blossom, are white, with a reddish tint at the bottom of the calyx, and their perfume is like that of the evening primrose. This tree C 2 18 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. possesses tlie peculiar property of blooming and emitting its delightful fragrance during the night. There are Plants that wake when others sleep; Like timid jasmine buds that keep Their odour to themselves all day. But, when the sun-light dies away. Let the delicious secret out To every breeze that roams about. The first bud of the Sorrowful Tree opens as soon as the first star appears in the heavens; and, as the shades of night advance, and the stars thickly stud the sky, the buds continue gradually blowing until the whole tree presents the appearance of one immense flower—the flower of a world, compared with which our earth would he hut a football. On the approach of morning, when the brilliancy of the stars gradually fades in the light of day, the Sorrowful Tree closes its flowers; and, when the first beam of the rising sun appears, not a single blossom is visible. A sheet of flower-dust, as white as snow, covers the ground around the foot of the tree, which seems blighted and withered during the day, wliile, however, it is invisibly INTRODUCTION. 19 and actively preparing for its next nocturnal festival. If this tree is cut down close to the roots, a new plant shoots up, and attains maturity in an almost incredibly short space of time: like the truly great man, who, though he may he for a while bowed down by the storms of fate, will soon recover and flourish in his wonted glory. In the vicinity of this singular tree, there usually grows another, which is probably a de¬ generate scion of the same species. In appear¬ ance it exactly resembles the Sorrowful Tree, though it is less beautiful. It blooms only in the day time; thus presenting an emblem of those persons who seem created only to enjoy the garish light of day, and who suffer the lumi¬ naries of night to diffuse their serener radiance unheeded and unseen. Though we dwell not on the luxuriant banks of the Tigris, where, in the spring, the whole country exhibits the appearance of a richly varigated and perfumed flower-bed; yet even in the less fertile regions of the North the gifts of Flora are sufficiently abundant and diversified to enable us to create from them a language for the expression of those sentiments to which the 20 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. tongue cannot always venture to give utterance. Every flower seems naturally to present some particular emblematic meaning; and, in the combination of a garland or nosegay, it is no difficult matter to compose a riddle, the solution of which may afford an agreeable exercise to the fancy. If, for example, a lady should receive from her lover a bouquet consisting of roses, lilies, laurel, and forget-me-not; the meaning of the present might be thus interpreted : the flower of innocence, when kissed by the rose, blushes as thou wouldst blush at the approach of love; the proud laurel denotes thy beauty’s triumph ; and the tender forget-me-not is the emblem of eternal constancy. The idea of rendering flowers the vehicle of a lover’s sentiments has been thus happily seized by one of our early English poets:— Aske me why I send you here This firstling- of the infant yeare ; Aske me why X send to you This Primrose all bepearl’d with dew; I strait will whisper in your ears. The sweets of love are waslit with tears. INTRODUCTION. 21 Aske me why this flow’r doth shew So yellow, green, and sickly too ; Aske me why the stalk is weak, And bending, yet it doth not break; I must tell you, these discover What doubts and fears are in a Lover. The following lines from Drayton’s Muses Elysium may afford some useful hints for the arrangement of a bouquet, with regard to the harmonious blending of the tints of different flowers. A Nymph is supposed to he speaking: Here damask roses, white and red. Out of my lap first take I, Which still shall run along the thread: My chiefest flower this make I. Amongst these roses in a row, Next place I pinks in plenty. These double-pansies then for show, And will not this be dainty ? The pretty pansy then I’ll tye Like stones some chain inchasing; And next to them, their near ally, The purple violet placing. The curious choice clove Julyflower, Whose kind hight the carnation, For sweetness of most sovereign power Shall help my wreath to fashion; LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Whose sundry colours of one kind, First from one root derived, Them in their several suits I’ll bind : My garland so contrived. A course of cowslips then I’ll stick. And here and there (though sparely) The pleasant primrose down I’ll prick, Like pearls that will shew rarely ; Then with these marygolds I’ll make My garland somewhat swelling. These honeysuckles then I’ll take, Whose sweets shall help their smell ing, The lily and the fleur-de-lis, For colour much contenting, For that I them do only prize. They are but poor in scenting. The daffodil most dainty is. To match with these in meetness j The columbine compared to this. All much alike for sweetness. These in their natures only are Fit to emhoss the border, Therefore, I’ll take especial care To place them in their order: Sweet-williams, campions, sops-in-wine, One by another neatly : Thus have I made this wreath of mine, And finished it featly. INTRODUCTION. 23 The practice of divination by flowers is not altogether unconnected with the floral language which forms the principal subject of this little volume. It is customary in some countries to pluck off the leaves of the marigold or any flower of the aster kind, while certain words are repeated, in order to ascertain the character or inclination of an individual. Gothe has touched upon this superstition in his tragedy of Faust, in which Margaret plucks off the leaves of a flower, at the same time alternately re¬ peating the words :—“ He loves me.”—“ He loves me not.” On coming to the last leaf she joyfully exclaims—“ He loves me!”—and Faust says: “ Let this flower pronounce the decree of Heaven!” This circumstance has been chosen by Retsch for the subject of one of his exquisite sketches for the illustration of Faust, to an engraving of which Miss Landon wrote a little poem entitled “ The Decision of the Flower,” containing these lines :— And, with scarlet poppies around, like a bower. The maiden found her mystic flower. “ Now, gentle flower, I pray thee tell If my lover loves me, and loves me well; 24 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. So may the fall of the morning’ dew Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue. Now I number the leaves for my lot_ He loves not he loves me—he loves me not_ He loves me—yes, thou last leaf, yes— 111 pluck thee not for that last sweet guess f He loves me “ Yes,” a dear voice sighed, And her lover stands by Margaret’s side. In some countries the following mode of di¬ vination is resorted to. The lover, male or female, who wishes to ascertain the character of the beloved object, chooses or draws hy lot one of the following flowers: 1. Ranunculus. 2. Wild Pink. 3. Auricula. 4. Blue Cornflower. 5. Wild Orach. 6. Daisy. 7. Tulip. 8. Jonquil. 9. Orangeflower. 10. Rose. 11. Amaranth. 12. Stock. 13. Spanish Vetch. 14. Asphodel. 15. Tricolor. 16. Tuberose. 17. Jasmine. 18. Heart’s-ease. 19. Lily. 20. Fritillary. 21. Snapdragon. 22. Carnation. 23. Marigold. 24. Everlasting Flower INTRODUCTION. 25 The disposition of the individual in question •will he found in the subjoined list at the number corresponding -with that of the flower, which has either been chosen or allotted by chance. 1. Enterprising. 2. Silly 3. Base. 4. Loquacious. 5. Lazy. 6. Gentle. 7. Ostentatious. 8. Obstinate. 9. Hasty. 10. Submissive. 11. Arbitrary. 12. Avaricious. 13. Passionate. 14. Languishing. 15. Selfish. 16. Ambitious. 17. Cheerful. 18. Delicate. 19. Sincere. 20. Coquettish. 21. Presumptuous. 22. Capricious. 23. Jealous. 24. Constant. The following pages will explain the emble¬ matic significations which have been attributed to different flowers, plants, shrubs, and trees; and the various combinations which these mean¬ ings may suggest will, it is presumed, furnish a pleasing exercise for the ingenuity of our fair readers. D _ LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. SPRING. Here Spring appears, with flowery chaplets bound. Anon. Fresh Spring, the herald of love’s mighty king. In whose cote-armour richly are display’d All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously array’d. SrENSER. Now gentle gales. Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole These balmy spoils. Milton. \\ ho loves not Spring’s voluptuous hours, 1 he carnival of birds and flowers ? Montgomery. 28 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. SNOWDROP. HOPE. Though the Snowdrop cannot perhaps, strictly speaking, he called one of the flowers of spring, still, as the herald of that season, we may be excused for placing it at the head of them. Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace, Throws out the Snowdrop and the Crocus first. Thomson. As Flora’s breath, by some transforming power, Had changed an icicle into a flower, Its name and hue the scentless plant retains. And winter lingers in its icy chains. Barbauld. The Snowdrop, Winter’s timid child, Awakes to life, bedewed with tears, And flings around its fragrance mild; And, where no rival flow’rets bloom Amidst the hare and chilling gloom, A beauteous gem appears. All weak and wan, with head inclined. Its parent breast the drifted snow, It trembles, while the ruthless wind Bends its slim form; the tempest lowers, Its emerald eye drops crystal showers On its cold bed below. SNOWDROP. 29 Where’er I find thee, gentle flower, Thou still art sweet and dear to me ! For I have known the cheerless hour. Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale, Have felt the chilling wintry gale. And wept and shrunk, like thee 1 Mary Robinson. This firstling of the year may not inaptly he considered as an emblem of hope. Some have regarded it as a symbbl of humility, of grati¬ tude, and of virgin innocence. L he north wind howls; the naked branches of the trees are powdered with hoar frost; the earth is covered by a white, uniform carpet; the tuneful birds are silent; the captive rivulet ceases to murmur. At this season, when all Nature appears dead, a delicate flower springs up amidst the snow, displaying to the asto¬ nished eye its ivory bells, embosoming a small green spot, as if marked by the pencil of Hope. In expanding its blossoms on the snow, this de¬ licate flower seems to smile at the rigours of winter, and to say :—“ Take courage ; here I am to cheer you with the hope of milder wea¬ ther !” 30 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. MEZEREON. COQUETRY —DESIRE TO PLEASE. The stalk of this shrub is covered with a dry hark, which gives to it the appearance of dead wood. Nature, to hide this deformity, has en¬ circled each of its sprays with a garland of red flowers, wreathed round them and terminating in a small tuft of leaves, in the manner of the pineapple. These flowers, which appear in the month of February, give out a peculiar and dangerous smell. This shrub, clothed in its showy garb, appears amidst the snow like an imprudent and coquet¬ tish female, who, though shivering with cold, wears her spring attire in the depth of winter. PRIMROSE. 31 PRIMROSE. CHILDHOOD. From the early bloom of this flower, it is called by Linneus, the father of the modern sys¬ tem of botany, Primula Veris —the firstling of Spring. The Auricula, Polyanthus, and Cow¬ slip, belong to this family. The Primrose was anciently called Paralisos, the name of a beautiful youth, who died of grief for the loss of his betrothed Melicerta, and was metamorphosed by his parents into this flower, which has since divided the favour of the poets with the Violet and the Rose. Beneath the sylvan canopy, the ground Gutters with flowery dyes; the Primrose first, In mossy dell, return of Spring to greet. Gisborne. The Primrose pale is Nature’s meek and modest child. Balfour. The Primrose, tenant of the glade, Emblem of virtue in the shade. ML.yne. 32 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Sliakspeare makes the Primrose a funeral flower for youth. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer last, and I live here, Fidele, I’ll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that’s like thy face, pale Primrose. Cyrnbcline. ALMOND-TREE. 3» ALMOND-TREE. INDISCRETION. The Almond-tree is the first of the trees to obey the call of early spring. Nothing can he more graceful than this beautiful tree when it appears covered with blossoms, while the sur¬ rounding trees are still quite naked. It has been made the emblem of indiscretion, from flowering so early that frosts too often destroy the precocious germs of its fruit, though, instead of injuring its flowers, they seem to confer on the latter additional beauty. According to Moore, the Almond blossom is the emblem of hope— The hope, in dreams of a happier hour, That alights on Misery’s brow, Springs out of the silvery Almond-flower, That blooms on a leafless bough. In ancient times the abundance of blossom on this tree was considered as the promise of a fruitful season. 34 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Mark well the flowering Almond in the wood If odorous blooms the bearing branches load. The glebe will answer to the sylvan reign. Great heats will follow, and large crops of grain. But if a wood of leaves o’ershade the tree. Such and so barren will the harvest be : In vain the hind shall vex the threshing floor, For empty straw and chaff will be thy store. Dryden’s Virgil. Fable confers an affecting origin on this tree. It relates that Demophoon, son of Theseus and Phaedra, in returning from the siege of Troy, was thrown hy a storm on the shores of Thrace, where then reigned the beautiful Phyllis. The young queen graciously received the prince, fell in love with him, and became his wife. When recalled to Athens by li's father’s death, Demophoon promised to return in a month, and fixed the day. The affectionate Phyllis counted the hours of his absence, and at last the ap¬ pointed day arrived. Nine times she repaired to the shore; but losing all hope of his return, she dropped down dead with grief, and was turned into an Almond-tree. Three months af¬ terwards, Demophoon returned. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he offered a sacrifice at the sea- ALMOND-TREE. 35 side, to appease the manes of his bride. She seemed to sympathize with his repentance : for the Almond-tree, into which she had been trans¬ formed, instantly put forth its flowers, and proved by this last effort, that true love,“ strong as death,” is incapable of change. 3G LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. WEEPING WILLOW. MOURNING. The Weeping Willow is a native of the East, where it was not only planted near the water, hut also near the graves of the dead, over which its branches drooped as in token of mourning and affliction, producing an appropriate and pic¬ turesque effect. It is called by Linneus the "W il- low of Babylon ( Salix Babylonica ), in allusion to that affecting passage in the 137th Psalm, where the captive children of Israel are represented as hanging their harps upon the Willows, and sit¬ ting down beside the waters of Babylon to weep their separation from their beloved country. Silent their harps—each cord unstrung, On pendent Willow-branches hung. Booker. On the Willow thy harp is suspended— O Salem ! its sound should be free : And the hour when thy glories were ended But left me that token of thee; And ne’er shall its soft notes he blended With the voice of the spoiler by me. Byron. WEEPING WILLOW. 37 Forsaken lovers are represented by our ear¬ lier poets as wearing wreaths of Willow. In love, the sad, forsaken wight The Willow garland weareth. Drayton. I offered him my company to a Willow-tree, to make him a garland, as being forsaken. Shakspeare. In such a night, Stood Dido, with a Willow in her hand, Upon the wild sea-hanks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage. Id. I’ll wear the Willow-garland for his sake. Id. The Arabs have a particular tradition relative to the origin of the Weeping Widow. This tradition is founded on the story of Bathsheba, and corresponds with the account given in the Old Testament of the manner in which she became the wife of David and the mother of Solomon. It then proceeds thus: One mom- ing, the king was seated as usual at his harp, composing psalms, when he perceived to his astonishment two strangers seated opposite to him on the divan. As strict orders were issued that no person whatever should be admitted E 38 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. during the first four hours of the day, David wondered greatly how the strangers had gained access to his closet. They rose, and begged pardon for having entered unannounced, because they had an urgent complaint to lay before him. David quitted the harp, and placed himself on his judgment seat. “ This man,” began one of them,“ has ninety-nine sheep, which plentifully supply all his wants; while I, poor wretch, had hut one that was my joy and comfort, and that one he has forcibly taken from me.” At the mention of the ninety-nine sheep, David could not help thinking of the flock of his harem. He recognised in the strangers two angels of the Lord, and was sensible of the heinousness of his offence. Forthwith he threw himself upon the floor, and shed tears of hitter repent¬ ance. There he lay for forty days and forty nights upon his face, weeping and trembling before the judgment of the Lord. As many tears of repentance as the whole human race have shed and will shed on account of their sins, from the time of David till the judgment- day, so many did David weep in those forty days, all the while moaning forth psalms of WEEPING WILLOW. 39 penitence. The tears from his eyes formed two streams, which ran from the closet into the ante-room, and thence into the garden. Where they sank into the ground, there sprang up two trees, the Weeping Willow, and the Frankin¬ cense Tree. The first weeps and mourns, and the second is incessantly shedding big tears, in memory of the sincere repentance of David. 40 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. VIOLET. MODESTY. Ion, the Greek name of this flower, is traced by some etymologists to la, the daughter of Midas, who was betrothed to Atys, and changed by Diana into a Violet, to hide her from Apollo. The beautiful modest flower still retains the bashful timidity of the nymph, partially con¬ cealing itself amidst foliage from the garish gaze of the sun. Hence it has been ingeniously given as a device to an amiable and witty lady, of a timid and reserved disposition, surrounded with the motto : II faut me chercher —I must be sought after. A woman’s love, deep in the heart. Is like the Violet flower, That lifts its modest head apart In some sequestered hower. Anon. Unhappy fate of doubtful maid! Her tears may fall; her#bosom swell; But even to the desert shade She never must her secret tell. W. Smyth. VIOLET. 41 The White Violet is also made the emblem of innocence; and, from the following lines, by a poet of the sixteenth century, it appears to have been then considered as a symbol of con¬ stancy :— Violet is for faithfulness. Which in me shall abide ; Hoping likewise that from your heart You will not let it slide. The poetry, the romance, and the scenery, of every country are embroidered with Violets. Violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes. Or Cytherea’s breath. Shakspeare. From several other passages in Shakspeare’s works, it is evident that the Violet was a fa¬ vourite with our great dramatist. We doubt if the poetry of any language can produce lines more exquisitely beautiful than these, in which he compares the soft strains of plaintive music to the perfume of Violets:— That strain again !—it had a dying fall!— Oh ! it came o’er my ear like the sweet south. That breathes upon a bank of Violets, Stealing and giving odour. Twelfth Night. 42 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. It has a scent as though Love for its dower Had on it all his odorous arrows tost; For, though the rose has more perfuming power. The Violet (haply ’cause ’tis almost lost, And takes us so much trouble to discover) Stands first with most, hut always with a lover. Bakry Cornwall. At the Floral Games instituted at Toulouse, in the early part of the fourteenth century, in the time of the Troubadours, the prize awarded to the author of the best poetical composition consisted of a golden Violet, to which several other prizes were afterwards added by Clemence Isaure. This festival, interrupted by the Revo¬ lution, was revived in 1806 , and is still held annually in the town-house of Toulouse. DAISY. 43 DAISY. INNOCENCE. Fabulous history informs us that the Daisy owed its origin to Belides, one of the nymphs called Dryads, who were supposed to preside over meadows and pastures. While dancing on the turf with Ephigeus, whose suit she en¬ couraged, she attracted the admiration of Ver- tumnus, the deity who presided over orchards; and, to escape from him, she was transformed into the humble flower, the Latin name of which is Beilis. The ancient English name of this flower was Day’s Eye, in which way it is written by Ben Jonson; and Chaucer calls it the “ ee of the daie.” No doubt it received this desig¬ nation from its habit of closing its petals at night, which it also does in rainy weather. The Daisy has always been a favourite with poets. Shakspeare speaks of it as the flower Whose white investments figure innocence. 44 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Star of the mead !—sweet daughter of the day, Whose opening flower invites the morning ray, From thy moist cheek and bosom’s chilly fold. To kiss the tears of Eve, the dew-drops cold, Sweet Daisy ! Leyden. When, smitten hy the morning ray, I see thee rise, alert and gay, Then, cheerful flower ! my spirits play With kindred gladness : And when, at dark, by dews opprest, Thou sink’st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. Wordsworth. O’er waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer reign— The Daisy never dies. Montgomery. Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep Need we to prove a God is here; The Daisy, fresh from Winter’s sleep, Tells of his hand in lines as clear. For who but He who arched the slues, And pours the day-spring’s living flood, Wondrous alike in all He tries, Could raise the Daisy’s purple bud; DAISY. 45 Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, Its fringed border nicely spin. And cut the gold-embossed gem That, set in silver, gleams within; And fling it, unrestrained and free. O’er hill, and dale, and desert sod. That Man, where’er he walks, may see In every step the stamp of God ! Mason Good. Malvina, bending over the tomb of Fingal, wept for the valiant Oscar, and a son of Oscar’s who never beheld the light of day. The maids of Morven, to sooth her grief, assembled around her, and sang the death of the hero and of the new-born infant. The hero is fallen, said they, he is fallen! The crash of his arms hath rung over the plain. He is beyond the reach of disease, which enfee¬ bles the soul—of old age, which dishonours the brave. He has fallen, and the crash of his arms hath rung over the plain! In the palace of clouds, where dwell his ancestors, he now quaffs with them the cup of immortality. Dry the tears of thy grief, O daughter of Toscar! The hero is fallen!—he is fallen !—and the crash of his arms hath rung over the plain! 46 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Then, in a softer tone, they said to her : The child which hath not seen the light hath not known the sorrows of life: his young spirit, borne aloft on glittering wings, soars to the abodes of everlasting day. The souls of infants who, like thine, have hurst without pain the bonds of life, reclining on golden clouds, appear and open to him the mysterious portal of the manufactory of flowers. There these innocents are continually employed in enclosing the flowers that the next spring shall bring forth in imperceptible germs : these germs they scatter every morning over the earth with the tears of the dawn. Millions of delicate hands enwrap the rose in its bud, the grain of corn in its husk, the mighty oak in a single acorn, a whole forest in an imperceptible seed. We have seen him, Malvina! we have seen the infant whom thou mournest, borne on a light mist: he approached, and poured upon our fields a fresh harvest of flowers. Behold, Malvina! — among these flowers there is one with golden disk, encircled with rays of silver, tipped with a delicate tint of crimson. Waving amid the grass in a gentle breeze, it looks like DAISY. 47 a little child playing in a green meadow. Dry thy tears, O Malvina! — the hero died covered with his arms; and the flower of thy hosom has given a new flower to the hills of Cromla. And the grief of Malvina was soothed hy these songs, and she repeated the song of the new-horn. Since that day the daughters of Morven have consecrated the Daisy to infancy. It is, they say, the flower of innocence, the flower of the new-born. 48 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. HEART’S-EASE. THINK. OF ME. The Heart’s-ease, Viola tricolor, or Pansy, from the French Pensee, is a beautiful variety of the Violet, differing from it in the diversity of its colours, the petals being chiefly yellow, variegated with black and purple. In fragrance, however, it is far inferior to the Violet. One species of the Pansy is entirely purple. And there are pansies, that’s for thoughts. Shakspeare. And thou, so rich in gentle names, appealing To hearts that own our nature’s common lot; Thou, styled by sportive Fancy’s better feeling A Thought, the Heart’s-Ease, and Forget-me-Not. Barton*. The fanciful origin of the colour of this flower is thus described by our great bard :— I saw, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm’d ; a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned in the West, heart’s-ease. 49 And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. But I might see young Cupid’s fiery shaft Quench’d in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon : And the imperial vot’ress passed on In maiden meditation, fancy free. Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, And maidens call it Love in Idleness. The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid. Will make or man or woman madly doat Upon the next live creature that it sees. Shakspeare. In the year 1815, this flower furnished occa¬ sion for a tragi-comic occurrence in France. A schoolmaster in a provincial town had pro¬ posed as a theme for his pupils a description of the Viola tricolor , and given them as a motto the following passage from a Latin poem by Father Rapin, entitled “ The Gardens Flosque Jovis varius, folii tricoloris, et ipsi Par viol®. The mayor of the town was informed of the circumstance ; and, taking it into his head that the object of the schoolmaster was to excite insurrection against the government of the F 50 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. lately-restored Louis XVIII., this sage functi¬ onary ordered the poor man to he apprehended. The mayor construed the verses above quoted in the following manner :—Flos Jovis , the flower of Jupiter, was of course the flower of Napoleon ; fold tricoloris denoted as evidently the three- coloured cockade; et ipsi par viola: was a mani¬ fest allusion to /« pere la violette, as Bonaparte was then called, because his partizans had adopted this flower as a sign of their attach¬ ment, and carried it in their button-holes, or in their bosoms. Astonished and confounded as the poor schoolmaster at first was at his arrest, he could not forbear smiling at this comic inter¬ pretation of the above passage by his worship the mayor. . Jithtish ed ly Sait/idt/s & Crfey Conduit* Street. * I WALLFLOWER. 51 WALLFLOWER. FIDELITY IN MISFORTUNE. The Wallflower derives its name from the circumstance of its growing upon old walls, and being seen on the casements or battlements of ancient castles, among the ruins of abbeys, and on turrets and cottages. Hence the minstrels and troubadours were accustomed to wear a bouquet of Wallflowers, as the emblem of an affection which is proof against time and mis¬ fortune. Modern poets have not been backward to acknowledge the merits of this beautiful and fragrant flower. To me it speaks of loveliness, That passes not with youth, Of beauty which decay can bless, Of constancy and truth. But, in adversity’s dark hour, When glory is gone by, 52 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. It then exerts its gentle power The scene to beautify. Barton. An emblem true thou art Of love’s enduring lustre, given To cheer a lonely heart. Id. And our friend Moir (Delta of Blackwood’s Magazine) pays this feeling tribute to the Wall¬ flower. The Wallflower, the Wallflower 1 How beautiful it blooms 1 It gleams above the ruined tower. Like sunlight over tombs; It sheds a halo of repose Around the wrecks of time; To beauty give the flaunting rose— The Wallflower is sublime. Flower of the solitary place 1 Gray Ruin’s golden crown, That lendest melancholy grace To haunts of old Renown : Thou mantlest o’er the battlement. By strife or storm decay’d; And fillest up each envious rent Time’s canker-tooth hath made. Whither hath fled the choral band That fill’d the abbey’s nave ? WALLFLOWER. 53 Yon dark sepulchral yew-trees stand O’er many a level grave. In the belfry’s crevices, the dove Her young brood nurseth well, Whilst thou, lone flower, dost shed above A sweet, decaying smell. In the season of the tulip-cup, When blossoms clothe the trees, How sweet to throw the lattice up, And scent thee on the breeze ! The butterfly is then abroad, The bee is on the wing, And on the hawthorn by the road The linnets sit and sing. Sweet Wallflower, sweet Wallflower! Thou conjurest up to me Full many a soft and sunny hour Of boyhood’s thoughtless glee ; When joy from out the daisies grew In woodland pastures green, And summer skies were far more blue Than since they e’er have been. Now Autumn’s pensive voice is heard Amid the yellow bowers; The robin is the regal bird, And thou the queen of flowers! He sings on the laburnum trees. Amid the twilight dim, And Araby ne’er gave the breeze Such scents as thou to him. F 2 54 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Rich is the pink, the lily gay, The rose is summer’s guest; Bland are thy charms when these decay Of flowers first, last, and best! There may be gaudier in the bower, And statelier on the tree— But Wallflower, loved Wallflower. Thou art the flower for me ! NARCISSUS. 55 NARCISSUS AND DAFFODIL. SELF-LOVE. The ancients attributed the origin of this flower to the metamorphosis of a beautiful youth named Narcissus, who, having slighted the love of the nymph Echo, became enamoured of his own image, which he beheld in a fountain, and pined to death in consequence. Here young Narcissus o’er the fountain stood, And viewed his image in the crystal flood; The crystal flood reflects his lovely charms, And the pleased image strives to meet his arms. No nymph his inexperienced breast subdued. Echo in vain the flying boy pursued. Himself alone the foolish youth admires, And with fond look the smiling shade desires. O’er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves ; His spreading Angers shoot in verdant leaves : Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows ; And in a short-lived flower his beauty blows. Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast That beauty’s but a transient good at best; Like flowers, it withers with th’ advancing year. And age, like winter, robs the blooming fair. Gay. 56 LANGUAGE OF FLOAVERS. There are several species of the Narcissus. That called the Poetic is the largest of the white kinds, and may be distinguished from all others by the crimson border of the very shallow and almost flat cup of the nectary. The double variety is the most frequent in gardens. The narrow-leafed crimson-edged Narcissus is the only one that resembles the Poetic, but it is not much more than half as large, with narrower leaves, a flatter form, and the edge of the nec¬ tary more prominent. It flowers earlier than the other. The Yellow Narcissus is better known by the name of Daffodil. By early writers this flower was considered as a species of lily. It has even been conjectured that the name is a corruption of Dis’s Lily, as it is supposed to be the flower dropped from the chariot of Dis or Pluto, in his flight with Proserpine. Shakspeare, in his Winter’s Tale, alludes to this story, as well as to the early season in which the Daffodil flowers: O Proserpina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou lett’st fall From Dis’s waggon : Daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. narcissus. 57 Drayton in his pastorals makes the Daffodil the same flower with the Lily: See that there be store of lilies, (Called by shepherds Daffodillies.) The Narcissus major, the largest of this fa¬ mily of flowers, a native of Spain, is common in our gardens, and rarely seen single. Its magnificent gold-coloured flowers are supported by a stalk nearly two feet high. A modern poet has taken the Narcissus for an emblem of the pains of unrequited love. Thus, too, the ancients, on account of its nar¬ cotic properties, regarded it as the flower of deceit, which, as Homer assures us, delights heaven and earth by its odour and external beauty, hut, at the same time, produces stupor and even death. It was therefore consecrated to the Eumenides, Ceres, and Proserpine, on which account Sophocles calls it the garland of the great goddesses; and Pluto, by the advice of Venus, employed it to entice Proserpine to the lower world. In the East, the Daffodil is a particular fa¬ vourite. The Persians call it, by way of emi¬ nence, Zerrin, which signifies golden; and by LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 58 the Turks it is denominated Zerrin Kadeck, golden bowl. One of our older poets moralizes upon this flower in the following lines :— Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early-rising - sun Has not attained his noon: Stay, stay, Until the hastening day Has run But to the even song, And, having pray’d together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as ye, We have as fleet a spring, As quick a growth to meet decay As you or any thing: We die As your hours do, and dry A way, Like to the summer’s rain, Or as the pearls of morning’s dew, Ne’er to be found again. HAWTHORN. 59 HAWTHORN. HOPE. The Hawthorn, or White Thorn, was among the Greeks a symbol of the conjugal union ; its blossomed boughs were carried about at their wedding festivities, and the new-married couple were even lighted to the bridal chamber with torches of its wood. Among the Turks a branch of the Hawthorn expresses the wish of a lover to receive a kiss from the object of his affection. In England, where the hedges, principally formed of Hawthorn, give such beauty and diver¬ sity to our landscapes, and where the air is per¬ fumed during the season of flowering by the aromatic fragrance of its blossom, this shrub held a distinguished place among the May-day sports of our ancestors. From its flowering in that month, it received the name of May, by which it is still more frequently called than by its proper appellation. Stow tells us that, on May-day in the morn- 60 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ing, “every man, except impediment, would walk into the sweet meadows and green woods, there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind.” People of all ranks joined in this recreation. Kina' Henry VIII. rode a-maying from Greenwich to Shooter’s Hill, with his queen Katherine, ac¬ companied by many lords and ladies. In the country, the juvenile part of both sexes were accustomed to rise soon after mid- night, and walk to some neighbouring wood, accompanied with music and the blowing of horns ; there they would break branches from the trees, and adorn them with nosegays and crowns of flowers. This done, they returned homeward about sunrise with their booty, and decorated their doors and windows with the flowery spoil. The after-part of the day was chiefly spent in dancing round a tall pole, called a May-pole ; w r hich, being placed in a conve¬ nient part of the village, stood there, conse¬ crated as it were to the goddess of flowers, without suffering the least violation during the whole year. ' HAWTHORN. Cl Herrick, in his beautiful poem of “Corinna’s going a-maying,” has also given us some idea of the manner in which this day was kept in his time. Come, my Comma, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park, Made green and trimmed with trees; see how Devotion gives each house a hough, Or branch; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is. Made up of white-thome, neatly interwove. As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street And open fields, and we not see’t ? Come, we’ll abroad, and let’s obey The proclamation made for May, And sin no more, as we have done, by staying ; But, my Corinna, come 5 let’s go a-Maying. There’s not a budding boy or girl, this day, But is got up and gone to bring in May : A deal of youth, ere this, is come Back, and with white-thorne laden home ; Some have despatched their cakes and cream Before that we have left to dream; And some have wept and wooed and plighted troth, And chose their priest ere we can cast off sloth: Many a green gown has been given, Many a kiss, both odd and even ; Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love’s firmament; G G2 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Many a jest told of the Key’s betraying This night, and locks picked; yet we’re not a-Maying. Come, let us go while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time. Shakspeare notices with what eagerness the pleasures of May-day morning were pursued in his time :— ’Tis as much impossible. Unless we swept them from the door with cannons, To scatter ’em, as ’tis to make ’em sleep On May-day morning. The May-day diversions and May-poles were not confined to the country. In London there were anciently several May-poles, the last of which, near Somerset House, in the Strand, was not taken down till the year 1717 . In the scarlet berries of the Hawthorn, which are called haws, Providence has furnished an abundant supply of food for the small birds during winter : and it is a current notion that “ store of haws portend cold winters.” So says Lord Bacon, and no doubt experience might often be found to confirm the observation. A beautiful variety of this tree, with double red blossom of extraordinary fragrance, is cul¬ tivated in our gardens. / ^v/7 Zh'f7t(/i/ A c //oc/e-t/y /tore /on' // /' / C /Z /d ' .me ft elect ft t rtf to/t f y - lofc/'. hiblivlud by Sounders ScOdey Conduit Street. TULIP. 63 TULIP. DECLARATION OF LOVE. In the East, the Tulip is employed as the emblem by which a lover makes a declaration of love, presenting the idea that, like that flower, he has a face all on fire and a heart reduced to a coal— Whose leaves, with their ruby glow. Hide the heart that lies burning and black below. On account of the elegance of its form, the beauty of its colours, but its want of fragrance and other useful qualities, this flower has been considered as an appropriate symbol of a female who possesses no other recommendation than personal charms. It is supposed to have been brought from Persia to the Levant, and it was introduced into Western Europe about the middle of the sixteenth century, by Busheck, ambassador from the Emperor of Germany to the Porte ; who, to his astonishment, found Tulips on the road between Adrianople and Constantinople, 64 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. blooming, in the middle of winter, intermin¬ gled with the hyacinth and the narcissus, and could not sufficiently admire their beauty. The name given to it by Europeans is supposed to originate in a corruption of the Persian word dulbend, the muslin head-covering adopted by the Mahometan nations, which we have trans¬ formed into turban. In a Persian of rank this article of dress is not unlike the swelling form of the Tulip. Moore, in his “ Veiled Prophet,” alludes to this resemblance : What triumph crowds the rich Divan to-day With turban’d heads of every hue and race, Bowing before that veil’d and awful face, Like tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath th’ invisible west wind’s sighs! On their first introduction into Europe, Tulips became especial favourites of the cultivators of flowers. From Vienna they soon spread into Italy, and were sent in 1600 to England. Ele¬ ven years later they were first seen in France, in the garden of the learned Pieresc, at Aix, in Provence. In Holland, about the middle of the seventeenth century, a real mania for pos¬ sessing rare sorts seized all classes of persons. TULIP. 65 It would be almost impossible to credit the extraordinary, accounts of the high prices given in that country for Tulips, did we not know that it was a rage for gambling speculations, rather than a fondness for flowers, which occasioned these excesses. For a single Tulip, to which the Dutch florists had given the fine name of Semper Augustus, were given four thousand six hundred florins (about .£ 400 ), a beautiful new carriage, a pair of horses, and harness: another of the same kind sold for thirteen thou¬ sand florins ; and engagements to the amount of <£5000 were made during the height of this mania for a single root of a particular sort. A person who possessed a Tulip of a very fine variety, hearing that there was another of the same kind at Haerlem, repaired to that city, and, having purchased it at an enormous price, placed it on a stone and crushed it to a mummy with his foot, exclaiming with exultation, “ Now my Tulip is unique!” We are also told that another, who possessed a yearly income of sixty thousand florins, reduced himself to beggary in the short space of four months, by purchasing these flowers. From this spirit of floral gam- GG LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. bling the city of Haerlem is said to have derived not less than ten millions sterling in the space of three years ! It is related that, during the prevalence of this mania, a sailor, having brought some goods to a merchant who cultivated Tulips on specu¬ lation, had a herring given to him for his break¬ fast, with which he walked away. As he passed through the garden, he saw some roots lying there, and, mistaking them for onions, he picked them up and ate them with his herring. At this moment the merchant, coming forward and discovering what had happened, exclaimed in despair, “ Inconsiderate man, thou hast ruined me with thy breakfast! I could have regaled a king with it.” If we may believe recent accounts, this fond¬ ness for Tulips still prevails in Holland to such a degree that a sum equal to £640 was lately paid by Mr. Yanderninck, a florist of Amsterdam, for¬ merly a captain in the Dutch navy, for the hulh of a new species called “ The Citadel of Antwerp.” From the extraordinary favour thus shewn to the Tulip, the species were soon multiplied to such a degree, that in 1740, the Baden-Dur- TULIP. 67 lach garden at Carlsruhe contained not fewer than two thousand one hundred and fifty-nine sorts; and the garden of Count Pappenheim boasted at one time of five thousand varieties. ■ The estimation in which the Turks still hold Tulips is little inferior to that which they for¬ merly enjoyed in Holland. They are never tired of admiring its elegant stem, the beau¬ tiful vase which crowns it, with the streaks of gold, silver, purple, red, and the innumerable tints which revel, unite, and part again, on the surface of those rich petals. And sure more lovely to behold Might nothing meet the wistful eye, Than c rimson fading into gold In streaks of fairest symmetry. Langhorn. The bulb or root of the Tulip resembles in every respect the bud of other plants, except in being produced under ground, and includes the leaves and flowers in miniature, which are to be expanded in the ensuing spring. By the careful dissection of a Tulip-root, and cautiously cutting through its concentric coats, lengthwise from top to bottom, and taking them off suc¬ cessively, the whole flower of the next summer 68 LANGUAGE OF FLOWF.IiS. with all its parts may be discovered by the naked eye. A popular poet lias alluded to this cir¬ cumstance in these lines, written “ On planting a Tulip-root:” — Here lies a bulb, the child of earth, \ Buried alive beneath the clod. Ere long to spring, by second birth, A new and nobler work of God. ’Tis said that microscopic power Might through his swaddling folds descry The infant image of the flower, Too exquisite to meet the eye. This vernal suns and rains will swell, 'Till from its dark abode it peep, Like Venus rising from her shell, Amidst the spring-tide of the deep. Two shapely leaves will first unfold ; Then, on a smooth, elastic stem. The verdant bud shall turn to gold, And open in a diadem. Not one of Flora’s brilliant race A form more perfect can display; Art could not feign more simple grace. Nor Nature take a line away. Yet, rich as morn, of many a hue, When flushing clouds through darkness strike, The Tulip’s petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike. Montgomery. HOKSE-CHESNUT. 69 HORSE-CHESNUT. LUXURY. It is more than two centuries since the ' Horse-chesnut has been an inhabitant of our climate ; and nevertheless it is not yet observed to mingle its superb head with the crowd of trees indigenous to our forests. Its delight is to embellish parks, to adorn superb mansions, and to throw its broad shadow over the palaces of kings. One showery day in the commencement of spring suffices to invest this beautiful tree with all the richness of its verdure. When it grows by itself, nothing can he compared with the min¬ gled magnificence and elegance of its pyramidal form, the beauty of its foliage, and the richness of its flowers, which give it the appearance of an immense chandelier covered with innume¬ rable girandoles. Ever attached to pomp and profusion, it covers with flowers the green turf which it protects with its shadow, and yields to pleasure its most delicious seclusion. But to 70 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. the poor it only yields a scanty fuel and a bitter fruit. Naturalists and physicians especially have gratuitously conferred on this native of India a thousand good qualities which it does not possess. This beautiful tree, like the rich on whom it lavishes its shade, obtains flatterers ; and thus, like them, does some good in spite of itself; while it astonishes the vulgar by a dis¬ play of useless profusion. By some it has been regarded as an emblem of modesty and chastity. LILAC LILAC. FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE. The Lilac has been consecrated to the first emotions of love ; because nothing possesses a greater charm than the delight afforded by its appearance on the return of spring. Indeed, the freshness of its verdure, the flexibility of its branches, the profusion of its flowers, their short and transitory beauty, their soft and varie¬ gated hues — all recall those celestial emotions which embellish beauty and lend to youth its “ grace divine.” Never was Albano able to mingle on that pallet, which he derived from the hand of love itself, colours sufficiently fresh and flowing to represent the velvet softness and delicacy of the tints which embellish the brow of early youth. Van Spaendonc himself threw down his pencil on viewing a groupe of Lilacs. Na¬ ture seems to have delighted in making a 72 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. finished production of each of its delicate clus¬ ters, massive in itself, and yet astonishing by its variety and beauty. The gradation of its tints, from the first purplish bud to the blanch¬ ing flower, is the smallest fascination of its charming blossoms, round which the rainbow seems to revel and to dissolve into a hundred shades and colours, which, all commingling in the general tone and hue, produce a happy harmony, that might well baffle the painter and confound the observer. The Lilac, various in array, now white. Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set With purple spikes, pyramidal, as if, Studious of ornament, yet unresolved Which hues she most approved, she chose them ail. Covvper. "What immense pains does Nature appear to have taken to form this fragrant shrub, which merely seems to exist in order to gratify the senses! what a union of perfume, grace, and delicacy! what variety in details ! what harmony in the assemblage! Doubtless it was destined in the decrees of Providence to become the future bond of union between Europe and Asia. The LILAC. 73 Lilac, which the traveller Busheck brought, in the sixteenth century, to Europe from Persia, now grows on the mountains of Switzerland and in the forests of Germany. H 74 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. BUGLOSS. FALSEHOOD. A celebrated French moralist has observed that if women were naturally what they become by artificial means, if they were to lose in a moment all the freshness of their complexion, and their faces were to he as flaring and as leaden as they make them with rouge and fard, they would go distracted. Incontestable as this truth appears, it is equally true that, from north to south and from east to west, among savage nations and civi¬ lized nations, a fondness for using artificial means of improving the complexion universally prevails. The wandering Arab, the sedentary Turk, the Persian beauty, the small-footed Chinese, the phlegmatic Russian, the indolent Creole, and the light and vivacious French woman, all desire to please, and all resort to some kind of cosmetics BUGLOSS. 75 This taste prevails alike in the harem and in the desert. Duperron relates that a young savage, wishing to attract his notice, took by stealth a bit of charcoal, which she reduced to powder in a corner, rubbed her cheeks with it, and then came back with a look of triumph, as if this application had rendered her beauty irre¬ sistible. Castellan, in his letters on Greece, thus describes a Greek princess, whose portrait he painted at Constantinople : “ She was not,” he says,“ the ideal beauty I had pictured to myself. Her dark prominent eyes were as bright as diamonds, but her blackened eyelashes spoiled their expression. Her eyebrows, joined by a line of paint, gave a kind of harshness to her look. Her small mouth and deep-coloured lips might be embellished with smiles, but I never had the pleasure to see them. Her cheeks were covered with a very dark rouge, and her face was disfigured by crescent-shaped patches. Add to this the lifelessness of her demeanour and the freezing gravity of her physiognomy, and you would suppose that I had been depicting an Italian Madonna.” 76 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. The Bugloss has been made the emblem of falsehood, because its root is employed in the composition of various kinds of rouge ; and that of which it constitutes the basis is perhaps the oldest and the least dangerous of all. Nay, it even possesses some advantages : it lasts seve¬ ral days without rubbing off; water refreshes it like the natural colours ; and it is not hurtful to the skin which it is used to embellish. Still, nothing can imitate the tint of that native mo¬ desty which flushes the cheek of innocence, and which art destroys beyond repair. Would you wish to please for a long time, for ever, banish falsehood from your hearts, your lips, and your aspect, and he assured that truth alone is de¬ serving of love. The good taste displayed by the British ladies of the present day in discarding the barbarous practice of disfiguring the face by a composition mask, or an unnatural stain, must be acknow¬ ledged by every one who can recollect the fashions of the last thirty years. LILY OF THE VALLEY. LILY OF THE VALLEY. RETURN OF HAPPINESS. The Lily of the Valley delights in shady glens and the hanks of murmuring brooks, -where its exquisitely beautiful flower is modestly con¬ cealed amidst the broad, bright green leaves which surround its delicate and graceful bells. In floral language it is made to represent a return of happiness, because it announces by its elegance and its odour the happy season of the year. That shy plant, the Lily of the Vale, That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. Anon. The Lily, whose sweet beauties seem As if they must be sought. Barton. And, sweetest to the view, The Lily of the Vale, whose virgin flower Trembles at every breeze, beneath its leafy bower. Id. 78 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. And ye, whose lowlier pride In sweet seclusion seems to shrink from view. You of the valley named, no longer hide Your blossoms, meet to twine the browof purest bride. Barton. Fair flower, that, lapt in lowly glade, Dost hide beneath the greenwood shade, Than whom the vernal gale None fairer wakes on branch or spray. Our England’s Lily of the May, Our Lily of the Vale; Art thou that “ Lily of the field,” Which, when the Saviour sought to shield The heart from blank despair. He shewed to our mistrustful kind An emblem of the thoughtful mind, Of God’s paternal care ? Not thus, I trow ; for brighter shine To the warm skies of Palestine Those children of the East. ****** But not the less, sweet spring-tide’s flower, Dost thou display thy Maker’s power, His skill and handiwork; Our western valleys’ humbler child, Where, in green nook of woodland wild, Thy modest blossoms lurk. What though nor care nor art be thine, The loom to ply, the thread to twine, Yet born to bloom and fade. LILY OF THE VALLEY. 79 Thee, too, a lovelier robe arrays. Than, even in Israel’s brightest days, Her wealthiest king arrayed : Of thy twin leaves the embowered screen, Which wraps thee in thy shroud of green. Thy Eden-breathing smellj Thy arched and purple-vested stem. Whence pendent many a pearly gem Displays a milk-white bell— Who forms thee thus with unseen hand ? Who at creation gave command. And willed thee thus to be; And keeps thee still in being, through Age after age revolving ?—Who But the great God is He ? Bisnor Mant. 80 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. PRIVET. PROHIBITION. “ Why,” said the young mother of a family one day to the venerable village pastor, “ why did you not plant a strong quickset hedge round your garden instead of this weak hedge of flow¬ ering Privet?” The benevolent minister re¬ plied, “ When you forbid your child a hurtful pleasure, the prohibition is sweetened by an affectionate smile, by a kind look; and if he is refractory, a mother’s hand immediately offers some plaything to pacify him. In like manner, the pastor’s hedge, while it keeps off intruders, should not hurt any one, hut offer flowers even to those whom it repels.” PERIWINKLE, 81 PERIWINKLE. TENDER RECOLLECTIONS. The winds have now purified the atmosphere, diffused the seeds of vegetation over the earth, and dispersed the gloomy vapours of winter. The air is fresh and pure; the sky seems to expand above our head; the lawns grow vividly green on all sides, and the trees push forth their young and verdant buds. Nature is about to put on her dress of flowers ; hut she first prepares an harmonious ground for her paint¬ ing ; and, covering it with one general tint of green, which she varies infinitely, rejoices the eye and cheers the heart with promise. We have already detected in shady dells the violet, the daisy, the primrose, and the golden flower of the dandelion. Let us now approach the skirts of the wood ; there the Anemone and the Periwinkle stretch their long parterre of verdure and flowers : these two friendly plants are mutual foils to each other’s charms. The 82 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Anemone has velvet leaves, deeply dentated, and of a delicate green; whereas, those of the Peri¬ winkle are always green, firm, and shining; its flower is blue, while that of the Anemone is of a pure white, tinged with rose colour at the edge ; and, enduring hut a day, it recalls to us the happy and fleeting hours of childhood. In France, the Periwinkle has been adopted as the emblem of the pleasures of memory and sincere friendship, probably in allusion to Rous¬ seau’s recollection of his friend, Madame de Warens, occasioned, after a lapse of thirty years, by the sight of this flower, which they had ad¬ mired together. This plant is deeply rooted in the soil which it adorns. It interweaves the earth on all sides with its flexible shoots, and covers it with flow¬ ers which seem to reflect and imitate the azure .of the sky : thus, our first affections, so warm, pure, and artless, appear to have a celestial origin. They mark our days with a moment’s happiness, and to them we owe our sweetest recollections. HEATH. 83 HEAT H. SOLITUDE. The meadows are covered with flowers, the plains with waving corn, and the hills with dark¬ some woods. Happy swains !—ye can dance in the meadows; ye can crown your brows with the golden wreaths of Ceres ; ye can rest your¬ selves in the shade of the woods—for to the happy, life is one scene of joy. As for me, with Melancholy for my guide, I will stroll to those sequestered spots where the humble Heath, which delights in solitude, maintains its ground against advancing culti¬ vation. There, seated beneath the drooping Broom, I will indulge my gloomy thoughts: whilst creatures, unfortunate, harassed, and afflicted, like myself, will collect around me from all sides. The partridge, chased by our dogs, after losing her whole family; the doe, pursued by the hounds; the skulking hare, the timid rabbit, at first alarmed at sight of me, will by 84 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. degrees become familiar with my griefs: per¬ haps they will even come to my feet to seek protection from the persecution of men. Ye, too, will hover round me, industrious bees ; and if I pluck but a single sprig from the Heath of your solitary haunts, ye will come to my very hands for the honey, which ye gather not for yourselves, but for others. And you, noisy quails, will measure both for yourselves and for me the hours which fly away, without leaving behind me in these wilds either traces or regrets. Gentle doves, tender nightingales, your sighs and murmurs were made for fragrant bowers; but I can no longer muse in their shade. The voice of the monarch of this solitude scares you away; for me it has charms : with the first beams of the moon its melancholy tones will reach the ear. The owl will then issue from the hollow trunk of some time-worn oak. Perched on the boughs which hide his mossy retreat, his screech affrights the timid maiden, as she counts the hours of her lover’s absence; it thrills the mother watching beside the couch on which fever has prostrated her only child; but it soothes the unhappy man who has consigned HEATH. 85 to the grave all that he loved on earth. Often did that doleful sound awaken thee, unfortunate Young! speaking to thee of death and eternity: and if it has not inspired me, as it did thee, with sublime strains, it has at least given me, like thee, a distaste for the world and a love of soli¬ tude. r 86 LANGUAGE OE FLOWERS. LINDEN TREE. CONJUGAL LOVE. The beautiful fable of Philemon and Baucis caused this tree to be adopted as the emblem of conjugal love. This couple lived together in the happiest harmony to extreme old age ; and, content with their humble hut and the little which their labour procured them, they knew no higher wishes or wants. Jupiter and Mercury one day descended in human form from Olympus to visit the plains of Phrygia. Needing refreshment, they called at several houses, but were refused admittance ; but Phi¬ lemon and Baucis, the poorest couple in that part of the country; received them in the most hospitable manner in their mean habitation. Baucis immediately heated water to wash the travellers’ feet, and then set before them a rural repast of fruit, milk, and honey. She also produced wine, which she had cultivated LINDEN TREE. 87 and made with her own hands; and, as the quantity sustained no diminution, the aged pair discovered from this circumstance the superior nature of their guests, and hastened to offer up in sacrifice to them a goose, which they had reared in their hut. The goose, however, escaped from their grasp, and sought refuge at the feet of the gods, who took the bird under their protection. On rising from the table, they ordered their kind hosts to follow them to the top of a neighbouring hill. There they be¬ held a flood sweeping away the houses of their hard-hearted neighbours, whilst their cottage stood uninjured amidst the raging waters, and was transformed into a magnificent temple. Jupiter then promised to grant them whatever they wished; but they desired nothing more than to be the servants of his temple. The god graciously complied with their request, and they served in his temple for many years. At length, as they were one day conversing before the door of the edifice on the wonder of which they had been eye-witnesses, Philemon observed that Baucis was gradually changing into a Lin¬ den-tree, and Baucis that her husband was turn- 88 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ing into an Oak. They calmly and cheerfully continued their conversation so long as they could see, and then took an affectionate farewell of each other. As trees, they stood for ages before the temple, and were objects of vene¬ ration to all the adjacent country. An event of modern times has contributed to render the Linden not less dear to all loving- hearts than the preceding legend of fabulous antiquity. About the year 1790, there dwelt at Konigsberg, in Prussia, a pair who, united in affection, were shortly to be joined in the bonds of wedlock. The wedding-day was already fixed, when the bride, in the first bloom of youthful beauty, suddenly fell sick, and in a few hours expired. Such was the grief of the lover at the unexpected loss, that he, too, soon expired: and on the very day on which they were to have been married, the remains of both were consigned to one and the same grave. Here they had reposed for some years, when over their heads sprang up from one root two Linden trees, which, firmly entwining each other, shot up into a crown, that, with its fragrant blossoms, yearly decks the bridal bed LINDEN TREE. 80 in which two faithful hearts are inseparably united. Among the trees of central Europe, the Lin¬ den is known to attain the greatest age next to the Oak. Near Neustadt, on the Kocher, in Wirtemberg, there is a stately Linden, which for many centuries has attracted the notice of passengers, and invited them to rest in its shade. Its trunk is thirty-six feet in circumference. The branches issue from it at the height of eight to ten feet in a horizontal direction, and are supported by pillars, partly of stone, partly of wood, otherwise they would break down by their own weight. In 1811, there were one hundred and twenty such pillars. This Linden has now withstood time and tempests for at least six hundred years. In the cemetery of the hospital of Annaberg, in Saxony, there is a very ancient Linden tree, concerning which tradition relates that it was planted by an inhabitant of Annaberg with its top in the ground, and that its roots became branches, which now overshadow a considerable part of the cemetery. The planter of this tree, who was buried not far from it, left a sum of 90 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. money, the interest of which is paid, agreeably to his will, to the chaplain of the hospital, for delivering a sermon annually, in the afternoon of Trinity Sunday, beneath this remarkable tree. THYME. 91 THYME. ACTIVITY. * Flies of all shapes, beetles of all hues, light butterflies, and vigilant bees, for ever surround the flowery tufts of Thyme. It may he that to these cheerful inhabitants of the air, whose life is a long spring, these little tufts appear like an immense tree, old as the earth, and covered with eternal verdure, begemmed with myriads of flowery vases, filled with honey for their ex¬ press enjoyment. Among the Greeks,Thyme denoted the grace¬ ful elegance of the Attic style; because it covered Mount Hymettus and gave the aromatic flavour, of which the ancients were so fond, to the honey made there. “ To smell of Thyme” was, there¬ fore, a commendation bestowed on those writers who had made themselves masters of the Attic style. Activity is a warlike virtue, always associated with true courage. It was on this account that 92 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. the ladies of chivalrous times embroidered on the scarfs which they presented to their knights the figure of a bee hovering about a sprig ot Thyme; in order to recommend the union of the amiable with the active. The Wild Thyme has often been noticed by the poets:— No more, my goats, shall I behold you climb The steepy cliffs, or crop the flowery Thyme. Dryden’s Virgil. Guide my way Through fair Lyceum’s walk, the green retreats Of Academus, and the Thymy vale. Akenside. BUCK-BEAN. 93 BUCK-BEAN. CALM REPOSE. Do you observe, along tbe extended banks of that lake, whose silvery mirror reflects an un¬ clouded sky, those clusters of flowers as white as snow ? A roseate hue colours the under side of these beauteous flowers, while a tuft of fibres of extraordinary delicacy and dazzling whiteness rises out of their alabaster cups, giving them the appearance of fringed hyacinths. Expres¬ sion fails to do justice to the elegance of this plant. To remember it for ever, you need but to have once seen it gently waving on the brink of the water, to which it seems to impart in¬ creased coolness and transparency. The Buck- bean never opens in stormy weather. Tran¬ quillity is requisite to the development of its blossoms ; but the calm that it enjoys itself it seems to diffuse on all the objects around it. The original name of the Buck-bean was Bog- bane, or Bog-plant, from its place of growth. 94 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ACANTHUS. THE ARTS. The Acanthus delights in hot climates by the side of great rivers. It thrives, nevertheless, in temperate climates. The tasteful ancients adorned their furniture, their vases, and their costly dresses, with its elegant leaves. Yirgil says that the robe of Helen was embroidered with a wreath of Acanthus. This charming model of the Arts has thus become their emblem, as it might also he of the genius which causes its possessor to excel in them. When any obstacle obstructs the growth of the Acanthus, it puts forth fresh force, and grows with additional vigour. Thus genius is strengthened and exalted by the very obsta¬ cles which it cannot overcome. It is related of Callimachus the architect, that, as he was passing near the tomb of a young female, who died a few days before her intended marriage, touched with pity, he approached to ACANTHUS. 95 throw flowers on it. An offering had preceded his: the nurse of the bride had collected the flowers and veil which were to have adorned her on her wedding-day, placed them in a little basket near the tomb on an Acanthus plant, and covered it with a large tile. The following spring the leaves of the Acanthus surrounded the basket, hut, impeded by the tile, they turned hack, and bent round gracefully towards their extremities. Callimachus, astonished at this rural decoration, which looked like a work of the weeping Graces, made it the capital of the Corinthian order—a charming ornament that we still imitate and admire. 96 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. MYRTLE. LOVE. The oak was from the remotest ages conse¬ crated to Jupiter, the olive to Minerva, and the Myrtle to Venus. Its evergreen foliage and supple odoriferous branches loaded with flowers, that appear destined to adorn the forehead of Love, have rendered this tree worthy of being dedicated to Venus, the goddess of beauty. At Rome the temple of the goddess was surrounded by a grove of Myrtles ; and in Greece she was adored under the name of Myrtilla. When Venus rose from the bosom of the waves, the Hours presented to her a scarf of a thousand colours, and a wreath of Myrtle. After her victory over Pallas and Juno, she was crowned with Myrtle by the Loves. When surprised, one day, on issuing from the bath, by a troop of satyrs, she sought refuge behind a Myrtle bush; and it was with the branches of the same plant MYRTLE. 97 that slie revenged herself on the audacious Psyche, who had dared to compare her transi¬ tory charms to immortal beauty. At Rome, the Myrtle-garland of the Loves was sometimes mingled, in honour of Mars and Venus, with the laurel on the triumphant con¬ queror’s brow. And now that triumphs have ceased at the Capitol, the Roman ladies have retained a strong predilection for this plant. They prefer its odour to that of the most fra¬ grant essences, and they impregnate their baths with a water distilled from its leaves, persuaded that the plant of Venus must be favourable to beauty. If the ancients were possessed hy a similar persuasion, if they truly deemed it the symbol of love, it was because they had observed that the Myrtle, wherever it grows, excludes all other plants. Just so love, wherever it has established its sway, excludes from the heart all other feelings. K 98 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. LUCEUN. LIFE. Lucern will occupy the same spot for a long time ; but when once it leaves it, it is for ever. This is, no doubt, the reason why it has been adopted as the emblem of life. Nothing is more beautiful than afield of Lu¬ cern in flower, spreading itself out to the eye, like an immense green carpet tipped with violet. When cultivated, this plant yields abundant crops, without requiring any care. Cut it down and it springs up again. The cow rejoices at the sight of it; it is a favourite food of the sheep, the horse, and the goat. A native of our cli¬ mate, this valuable gift comes to us direct from heaven. Its possession costs us no trouble; we enjoy it without thought, and without gra¬ titude. Very often we prefer to it a flower, whose only merit is its transient beauty. In like manner we too often relinquish a certain benefit to run after vain pleasures, which fly away and escape us. HONEYSUCKLE. 09 HONEYSUCKLE. GENEROUS AND DEVOTED AFFECTION. Weakness is fond of strength, and often de¬ lights in lending to the latter its own graces. Thus have I seen a young Honeysuckle lovingly entwine the gnarled trunk of an aged oak with its supple and delicate arms. It would seem as if this slender shrub, whilst climbing upward, was striving to surpass in height the monarch of the forest: soon, however, as though finding its efforts useless, it droops gracefully down, and encircles the brow of its friend with elegant festoons of fragrant flowers. Thus love some¬ times unites the timid maiden to the ruthless soldier. Unhappy Desdemona! it was the ad¬ miration awakened by courage and valour, but it was also the feeling of thine own weakness, that attached thy heart to the terrible Othello: but jealousy caused thy destruction by the very hand that should have protected thee ! This elegant climbing shrub, which we also call the woodbine, trained against our English 100 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. cottages, at once delights the eye and gratifies the smell by the exquisite fragrance of its blos¬ soms ; whilst it confers on those humble dwel¬ lings a character of cheerfulness unknown in other countries. A Honeysuckle, on the sunny side, Hung round the lattices its fragrant trumpets. Landon. Copious of flowers, the woodbine pale and wan, But well compensating her sickly looks With never cloying odours, early and late. Cowper. It begins to flower in May, and continues to put forth its blossoms till the end of summer. BROOM. 101 BROOM. HUMILITY. In the year 1234, St. Louis of France, after the coronation of his queen, chose the flower of this plant as the insignia of a new order of knighthood. The members of this order wore a chain composed of flowers of the Broom en¬ twined with white enamelled lilies, from which was suspended a gold cross,with the inscription: Exaltat humiles —“ He exalteth the humble.” With this order he associated a body-guard, consisting of one hundred nobles, on the hack and front of whose coat was likewise embroi¬ dered a Broom flower, over which a hand issuing from the clouds held a crown, with the inscrip¬ tion : Deus exaltat humiles —“ God exalteth the humble.” This plant, called in Latin Genista, and in French Genet, gave the name of Plantagenet to the sovereigns of England for several centuries. Lemon, in his “ English Etymology,” says: 102 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. “ Fourteen princes of the family of Plantagenet have sate on the throne of England for upwards of three hundred years, and yet very few of our countrymen have known either the reason of that appellation or the etymology of it: hut history tells us that Geoffry, Count of Anjou, acquired the surname of Plantagenet from the incident of his wearing a sprig of Broom on his helmet on a day of battle. This Geoffry was second husband to Matilda, or Maud, Empress of Germany, and daughter of Henry I. of Eng¬ land, and from this Plantagenet family were descended all our Edwards and Henries.” Skinner assigns a different origin to this illus¬ trious name. He tells us that “ the house of Anjou derived the name of Plantagenet from a prince thereof, who, having killed his brother to enjoy his principality, afterwards repented, and made a voyage to the Holy Land to expiate his crime, scourging himself every night with a rod made of the plant Genet, Genista, Brooni.” And we are told elsewhere that he was nick¬ named Plantagenet from the use which he had made of the Broom. There are three varieties of Broom, with BROOM. 103 yello-w, white, and purple flowers. The first is the most common. Their graves o’ sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan, Wi’ the burn stealing under the lang yellow Broom. Burns. The wilding Broom as sweet, which gracefully Flings its long tresses, waving in yellow beauty. Landon. The purple heath and golden Broom, Which scent the passing gale. Montgomery. The Broom and the furze are perpetually as¬ sociated. Indeed, the latter is sometimes called by botanists Genista Spinosa —the thorny Broom, and provincially whin, or gorse. It grows abun¬ dantly on all our wastes: and it is recorded of Linneus that, when he visited England in 1736, he was so much delighted with the golden blossom of the furze, which he then saw for the first time on a common near London, that he fell on his knees, enraptured at the sight. He conveyed some of the plants to Sweden, but complained that he could never preserve it in the garden during the winter. 104 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. SUMMER. Come away! the sunny hours Woo thee far to founts and bowers ! O’er the very waters now, In their play. Flowers are shedding beauty’s glow: Come away! Where the lily’s tender gleam Quivers on the glowing stream. Come away! All the air is filled with sound, Soft, and sultry, and profound ; Murmurs through the shadowy grass Lightly stray: Faint winds whisper as they pass— Come away ! Where the bee’s deep music swells From the trembling foxglove-bells— Come away! SUMMER. 10 In the deep heart of the rose, Now the crimson love-hue glows ; Now the glow-worm’s lamp by night Sheds a ray, Dreary, starry, greenly bright— Come away ! Where the fairy cup-moss lies With the wild wood-strawberries. Come away! Hemans. 10G LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ROSE. LOVE. Who that ever could sing has not sung the Rose! The poets have not exaggerated its beauty, or completed its panegyric. They have called it daughter of heaven, ornament of the earth, glory of spring: hut what expressions could ever do justice to the charms of this beau¬ tiful flower! Look at it gracefully rising from its elegant foliage, surrounded by its numerous buds: you would say that this queen of flowers sports with the air which fans her; that she de¬ corates herself with the dew-drops which im- pearl her; that she smilingly meets the sunny rays which expand her bosom. Nature seems to have exhausted all her skill in the freshness, the beauty of form, the fragrance, the delicate colour, and the gracefulness, which she has be¬ stowed upon the Rose. A nd then, it embellishes the whole earth; it is the commonest of flowers. hose. 107 The emblem of all ages, the interpreter of all our feelings, the Rose mingles with our festivi¬ ties, our joys, and our griefs. Modesty borrows its delicate blush; it is given as the prize of virtue; it is the image of youth, innocence, and pleasure ; it is consecrated to Venus, the god¬ dess of beauty, and, like her, possesses a grace more exquisite than beauty itself. Anacreon, the poet of love, has celebrated the Rose in an ode thus rendered by our English Anacreon : While we invoke the wreathed spring. Resplendent Rose ! to thee we’ll sing; Resplendent Rose ! the flower of flowers, Whose breath perfumes Olympus’ bowers ; Whose virgin blush, of chasten’d dye. Enchants so much our mortal eye. Oft has the poet’s magic tongue The Rose’s fair luxuriance sung ; And long the Muses, heavenly maids, Have rear’d it in their tuneful shades. When, at the early glance of morn. It sleeps upon the glittering thorn, ’Tis sweet to dare the tangled fence, To cull the timid flow’ret thence. And wipe, with tender hand, away The tear that on its blushes lay ! 108 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ’Tis sweet to hold the infant stems, Yet dropping with Aurora’s gems, And fresh inhale the spicy sighs That from the weeping buds arise. When revel reigns, when mirth is high, And Bacchus beams in every eye. Our rosy fillets scent exhale, t And fill with balm the fainting gale ! Oh, there is nought in nature bright Where Roses do not shed their light! When morning paints the orient skies, Her fingers burn with roseate dyes. And when, at length, with pale decline, Its florid beauties fade and pine. Sweet as in youth, its balmy breath Diffuses odour e’en in death! O, whence could such a plant have sprung ? Attend—for thus the tale is sung;— When humid from the silvery stream. Effusing beauty’s wannest beam, Venus appeared in flushing hues, Mellowed by Ocean’s briny dews ; When, in the starry courts above, The pregnant brain of mighty Jove Disclosed the nymph of azure glance— The nymph who shakes the martial lance— Then, then, in strange eventful hour, The earth produced an infant flower, Which sprung with blushing tinctures dress’d. And wanton’d o’er its parent breast. The gods beheld this brilliant birth, And hailed the Rose, the boon of earth ! ROSE. 109 With nectar drops, a ruby tide, The sweetly orient buds they dyed, And bade them bloom, the flowers divine Of him who sheds the teeming: vine; And bade them on the spangled thorn Expand then - bosoms to the morn. According to ancient Fable, tbe red colour of the Rose may be traced to Venus, whose delicate foot, when she was hastening to the relief of her beloved Adonis, was pierced by a thorn, that drew blood, Which on the White Rose being shed Made it for ever after red. Herrick. Its beautiful tint is traced to another source by a modern poet: As erst, in Eden’s blissful bowers, Young Eve survey’d her countless flowers, An opening Rose of purest white She mark’d with eye that beam’d delight, Its leaves she kiss’d, and straight it drew From beauty’s lip the vermeil hue. Carey. The origin of that exquisitely beautiful va¬ riety, the Moss Rose, is thus fancifully accounted for: The Angel of the Flowers, one day, Beneath a Rose Tree sleeping lay, L no LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. That Spirit to whose charge is given To bathe young buds in dews from heaven. Awaking from his light repose, The Angel whisper’d to the Rose : “ O fondest object of my care, Still fairest found where all are fair, For the sweet shade thou’st given to me, Ask what thou wilt, ’tis granted thee.” Then said the Rose, with deepening glow, “ On me another grace bestow.” The Spirit paused in silent thought— What grace was there that flower had not ? ’Twas but a moment—o’er the Rose A veil of moss the Angel throws; \ And, robed in Nature’s simplest weed, Could there a flower that Rose exceed ! Pfeffel, a German poet, has pleasingly ac¬ counted for the origin of the Yellow Rose, the emblem of envy, in the following manner : Once a White Rose-bud reared her head, And peevishly to Flora said, “ Look at my sister’s blushing hue— Pray, mother, let me have it too.” “ Nay, child,” was Flora’s mild reply, “ Be thankful for such gifts as I Have deem’d befitting to dispense— Thy dower the hue of innocence.” ROSE. Ill When did Persuasion’s voice impart Content and peace to female heart Where baleful Jealousy bears sway, And scares each gentler guest away ! The Rose still grumbled and complained. Her mother’s bounties still disdained. Well, then,” said angered Flora—“ take”— She breathed upon her as she spake— “ Henceforth no more in simple vest Of innocence shalt thou be drest— Take that which better suits thy mind— The hue for Jealousy designed!” The Yellow Rose has from that hour Borne evidence of Envy’s power. There is another strongly marked variety of this flower in the Thornless Rose. The author of that affecting tale, “ The Leper of Aoste,” asserts that the thorns of the Rose are produced by cultivation; and this theory naturally sug¬ gested the emblem of ingratitude which has been adopted. In both these assumptions, however, there appears to be a wide departure from the ideas usually attached to a Rose without a thorn, which would more naturally present the image of love without alloy. In the “ Legend of the Rose,” we find this 112 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. account of the origin of the armour by which this flower is defended: Young Love, rambling through the wood. Found me in my solitude, Bright with dew and freshly blown, And trembling to the Zephyr’s sighs ; But, as he stooped to gaze upon The living gem with raptured eyes, It chanced a bee was busy there. Searching for its fragrant fare ; And, Cupid, stooping too, to sip, The angry insect stung his Up; And, gushing from the ambrosial cell, One bright drop on my bosom fell. Weeping, to his mother he Told the tale of treachery, And she, her vengeful boy to please, Strung his bow with captive bees, But placed upon my slender stem The poisoned stings she plucked from them: And none since that eventful morn Have found the flower without a thorn By the ancients the Rose was regarded as the emblem of joy. Accordingly, Comus, the god of feasting, was represented as a handsome young man, crowned with a garland of Roses, whose leaves glistened with dew-drops. As it ROSE. 113 was well known, even in those early times, that when the heart is full the mouth will run over, especially during the intoxication of mirth or of pleasure, the ancients feigned that spor¬ tive Cupid presented a Rose to Harpocrates, the grave god of silence, and thus made this flower a symbol of secrecy and silence. As such, a Rose was fastened up over the table at entertainments, that the sight of the flower might remind the guests that the mirthful sal¬ lies in which any of them might indulge were not to be proclaimed in the market-place. This custom gave rise to the saying “ Under the rose,” which was equivalent to an injunction of secrecy. The Rose became celebrated in English his¬ tory from its having been adopted in the fif¬ teenth century as the badge of the rival houses of York and Lancaster, the white being chosen by the former, the red by the latter. Shak- speare, in his Henry the Sixth, represents this feud as having originated in the Temple Garden. The Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Warwick, Richard Plantagenet, nephew and heir of Ed¬ mund Mortimer, with Vernon, and another 114 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. lawyer, are the characters introduced. Suffolk says: Within the Temple Hall we were too loud; The garden here is more convenient. Plantag. Since you are tongue-tied, and so loth to speak. In dumb significance proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true-born gentleman, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he supposes I have pleaded truth. From off this briar pluck a White Rose with me. Somers. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a Red Rose from off this thorn with me. This example is followed by their respective friends, and, after a threatening altercation, Warwick, addressing Plantagenet, says : In signal of my love to thee. Will I upon thy party wear this Rose : And here I prophecy, this brawl to-day, Grown to this faction in the Temple Garden, Shall send, between the Red Rose and the White, A thousand souls to death and deadly night. What torrents of blood were shed in the civil wars, called the Wars of the Roses, which suc¬ ceeded, history has duly recorded. The subse¬ quent blending of the interests of the two ROSE. 1 15 houses, and. their union by the marriage of Henry VII. with the heiress of the York family, are prettily typified in the colouring of the York and Lancaster Rose. In the East, the Rose is an object of peculiar esteem, and the acceptance of this flower when offered is a token of the highest favour. How¬ ever interesting it might be to collect the various oriental legends and traditions in which the Rose acts a principal part, I must abstain from the attempt, otherwise this single article might be swelled to the size of a decent volume, espe¬ cially if I should include the many charming illustrations of the love of the nightingale for the Rose. In a fragment by the celebrated Persian poet Attar, entitled Bulbul Nameh — the Book of the Nightingale—all the birds appear before Solomon, and charge the Night¬ ingale with disturbing their rest by the broken and plaintive strains which he warbles forth in a sort of frenzy and intoxication. The night¬ ingale is summoned, questioned, and acquitted by the wise king, because the bird assures him that his vehement love for the Rose drives him to distraction, and causes him to break forth 11G LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. into those languishing and touching complaints which are laid to his charge. Thus the Persians believe that the nightingale in spring flutters around the Rose-hushes, uttering incessant complaints, till, overpowered by the strong scent, he drops stupified on the ground. Among the ancients it was customary to crown new-married persons with a chaplet of Red and White Roses; and, in the processions of the Corybantes, the goddess Cybele, the protectress of cities, was pelted with White Roses. The pelting with Roses is still common in Persia, being practised during the whole time that these flowers are in blossom. A com¬ pany of young men repair to the places of public entertainment to amuse the guests with music, singing, and dancing; and in their v ay through the streets, they pelt the passengers whom they meet with Roses, and receive a little gratuity in return. In the middle ages, the queen of flowers contributed to a singular popular festival at Treviso, in Italy. In the middle of the city, the inhabitants erected a castle, the walls of which were formed of curtains, carpets, and ROSE. 117 silk hangings. The most distinguished unmar¬ ried females of the place defended this fortress, which was attacked by the youth of the other sex. The missiles with which both parties fought consisted of apples, almonds, nutmegs, lilies, narcissuses, violets, but chiefly of Roses, which supplied the place of artillery. Instead of musketry, they discharged volleys of Rose¬ water and other liquid perfumes, by means of syringes. This entertainment attracted thou¬ sands of spectators from far and near, and the emperor Frederic Barbarossa himself accounted it one of the highest diversions that he had ever enjoyed. In like manner, St. Medard, Bishop of Noyon, in France, instituted in the sixth century a festival at Salency, his birth-place, for adjudging one of the most interesting prizes that piety has ever offered to virtue. This prize consists of a simple crown of Roses, bestowed on the girl who is acknowledged by all her competitors to he the most amiable, modest, and dutiful. The founder of this festival enjoyed the high gratification of crowning his own sister as the first Rose-queen of Salency. The lapse of ages, 118 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. which has overturned so many thrones and broken so many sceptres, has spared this simple institution; and the crown of Roses still con¬ tinues to he awarded to the most virtuous of the maidens of that obscure village. STRAWBERRY. 119 STRAWBERRY. PERFECTION. One of the most eminent French authors conceived the plan of writing a general history of nature, after the model of the ancients and of several moderns. A Strawberry plant, which by chance grew under his window, deterred him from this rash design. He investigated the Strawberry, and, in doing so, discovered so many wonders, that he felt convinced that the study of a single plant, and of its inhabitants, was sufficient to occupy a whole life. He there¬ fore relinquished his design, gave up the am¬ bitious title which he meditated for his work, and contented himself with modestly calling it “ Studies of Nature.” From this hook, worthy of Pliny and of Plato, may he derived a taste for observation and for the higher class of literature ; and it is there especially that the student will find a 120 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. complete history of the Strawberry. This hum¬ ble plant delights in the shelter of our woods, and covers their borders with that delicious fruit, which belongs to any one who pleases to gather it. It is a charming reserve, which Nature has subtracted from the exclusive right of property, and which she rejoices in rendering common property to all her children. The flowers of the Strawberry form pretty bouquets; hut where is the barbarous hand that, in gathering them, would rob the future of its fruits! It is delightful to find, among the glaciers of the Alps, the plants and flowers of the Strawberry in all seasons of the year. When the traveller — scorched by the sun, and sinking with fatigue on those rocks, old as the world, amidst forests of fir, half over¬ whelmed with avalanches—vainly seeks a cabin to shelter him, or a fountain to refresh him, he suddenly perceives troops of young girls ad¬ vancing from the defiles of the rocks, bearing baskets of Strawberries that perfume the air : they appear at once on the crags above him and in the yawning dells beneath. It would seem as if each rock and tree were guarded by STRAWBERRY. 121 one of those nymphs whom Tasso placed at the gate of Armida’s enchanted gardens. But, though equally attractive, the young Swiss girls are less dangerous; and, while offering their alluring baskets to the traveller, instead of magically arresting his steps, they enable him to recruit his strength and to renew his jour¬ ney. The learned Linneus was cured of frequent attacks of gout by the use of Strawberries. Often have they restored health to the invalid when all other medicines have failed. They constitute a favourite accompaniment of the lordly feast, and the most exquisite luxury of the rural repast. This charming fruit, which vies in freshness and perfume with the bud of the sweetest of flowers, delights the eye, the taste, and the smell, at the same time. Yet there are persons so unhappy as to dislike Strawberries, and to swoon at the sight of a rose. Is this astonishing, when there are per¬ sons who turn pale at the sight of superior merit, or on hearing of a noble action, as if the sight or record of virtue were a reproach to themselves? Fortunately, these melancholy M 122 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. exceptions take nothing from the charm of virtue, from the beauty of the rose, or from the perfection which characterizes the most deli¬ cious of fruits. st. John’s wort. 123 ST. JOHN’S WORT. SUPERSTITION. This plant, to which ancient superstition attributed the virtue of defending persons from phantoms and spectres, and driving away devils, whence it was called Fuga Dcemonum, has been named by modern bigotry St. John’s-wort. For the same reason it was also called Sol terrestris, the Terrestrial Sun, because the spirits of dark¬ ness were believed to vanish at the approach of that luminary. Growing close to the earth, its large yellow flower, whose hundreds of chives form so many rays, headed by sparklike anthers, it reminds us of small wheel-fireworks, and forms a happy contrast with the azure flowers of the periwinkle. It forms an appropriate emblem of supersti¬ tion, but by some is regarded as a symbol of happiness, on account of the happy confidence with which it inspires the fond believers in its imaginary virtues. 124 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. VALERIAN. AN ACCOMMODATING DISPOSITION. The Red Valerian grows naturally on the rocks of the Alps, and, from the facility with which it propagates itself in the garden or on old walls, it is made the emblem of an accom¬ modating disposition. If not indigenous in this country, it is conjectured to have been intro¬ duced very early, on account of the situations where it is found growing, which are generally the old walls of colleges, or the ruins of monas¬ tic buildings. From its predilection for such situations, this plant no doubt derived its old English name of Setewale. Chaucer mentions it by this appellation so long ago as the time of Edward III. : Ther spring-en herbis grete and smale, The Licoris and Setewale; and Dr. Turner, who compiled his Herbal about the middle of the sixteenth century, calls it SetwalL VALERIAN. 125 The Valerian is too large and scrambling a plant to hold a place in the parterre of choice flowers; besides which, cats are so fond of the smell of its blossom as to he attracted to it, and by rolling over the plant to destroy its beauty, as well as that of the contiguous flowers. They are equally fond of its root, which has a dis¬ agreeable smell: they will roll on it and gnaw it to pieces with ecstatic delight; and it seems to produce in them a kind of pleasing intoxica¬ tion. The root of the Valerian is considered as a valuable remedy for many of those ailments which luxury engenders in the human frame; exerting a peculiar influence on the nervous system, reviving the spirits, and strengthening the sight. 31 2 126 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. JASMINE. AMIABLENESS. The Jasmine seems to have been created expressly to be the happy emblem of an ami¬ able disposition. When brought from India, about the year 1560, by Spanish navigators, the slenderness of its branches and the delicate brightness of its starry flowers were univer¬ sally admired : to preserve so elegant a plant, it was thought necessary to place it in the hothouse, which seemed to suit it perfectly well. The orangery was then tried, and there it grew surprisingly. It was then risked in the open air, and now, without needing any sort of care, it withstands the utmost severity of winter. In all situations, the amiable Jasmine suffers its supple branches to he trained into any form that the gardener chooses to give them: most commonly forming a living tapestry for our arbours or the walls of our houses or gardens, JASMINE. 127 and every where throwing out a profusion of delicate and charming flowers, which perfume the air, offering to the light butterfly cups worthy of him, and to the busy bee abundance of fragrant honey. The rustic lover unites the Jasmine with the Rose to adorn the bosom of his beloved; and often does a wreath of this simple combination encircle the brow of the princess. And brides, as delicate and fair As the White Jasmine flowers they wear, Hath Yemen in her blissful clime; Who, lull’d in cool kiosk or bower, Before their mirrors count the time, And grow still lovelier every hour. Moore. From the numberless poetical tributes that have been paid to this plant, we cull the follow¬ ing lines:— My slight and slender Jasmine-tree, That bloomest on my border tower, Thou art more dearly loved by me Than all the wealth of fairy bower. I ask not, while I near thee dwell, Arabia’s spice or Syria’s rose; Thy light festoons more freshly smell. Thy virgin white more freshly glows. 128 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. My mild and winsome Jasmine-tree, That climbest up the dark grey wall, Thy tiny flowrets seem in glee Like silver spray-drops down to fall. Lord Morpeth. A variety of the Jasmine, with large double flowers and exquisite scent, was first procured in 1699 from Goa, by the grand-duke of Tus¬ cany, and so jealous was he of being the sole possessor of this species that he strictly for¬ bade his gardener to give a cutting of it to any person whatever. The gardener would pro¬ bably have obeyed this injunction had he not been in love ; but, on the birthday of his mis¬ tress, he presented her w r ith a nosegay, in which he had placed a sprig of this rare species of Jasmine. Delighted with the fragrance of its flowers, the girl planted the sprig in fresh mould; it continued green all the year, and next summer shot forth anew and blossomed. Instructed by her lover, she soon began to raise cuttings from this plant and to sell them at a high price; by this means she amassed a little fund, which enabled her to marry the gar¬ dener, who was as poor as herself before this JASMINE. 129 lucky accident. It is said that, in memory of this event, the damsels of Tuscany still wear a wreath of Jasmine on their wedding-day, and that it has given rise to this saying, that “ a girl worthy of wearing the Jasmine-wreath is rich enough to make a husband happy.” 130 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. PINK. PURE LOVE. The primitive Pink is simple red or white, and scented; by cultivation, the petals have been enlarged and multiplied, and its colour in¬ finitely varied, from the darkest purple to the purest white, with all the hues of red, from the rich crimson to the pale rose, with which yellow is also frequently blended. In some of these flowers we see the eye of the pheasant painted ; while others are exquisitely marbled, striped, and figured. In some varieties two opposite colours are abruptly diversified, while in others they seem mingled and softened off in shades. Under all its diversities, however, it retains its delicious, spicy fragrance, and hence has been made the emblem of woman’s love, which no circumstances can change :— Alas ! the love of woman ! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if ’tis lost, life has no more to bring To them hut mockeries of the past alone. Byron. PINK. 131 It is a fearful thing', To love as I love thee ; to feel the world— The bright, the beautiful, joy-giving world— A blank without thee. Never more to me Can hope, joy, fear, wear different seeming. Now I have no hope that does not dream for thee ; I have no joy that is not shared by thee j I have no fear that does not dread for thee. L. E. L. Florists designate two principal divisions of these flowers, Pinks and Carnations. The former are marked by a spot resembling an eye, whence the French name ozillet, and by a more humble growth. The flower of the Car¬ nation is much larger than that of the Pink. Some derive its name from the Latin word for flesh colour, which may have been the original colour of the flower; but Spenser, who was re¬ markable for his care in retaining the old manner of spelling, calls these flowers coronations : Bringe hether the pincke and purple cullambine. With gelliflowres; Bring coronations and sops in wine. Worn of paramours. They were also called clove-gilliflowers, from their perfume resembling that of the spice so called, and sops in wine, because they were on 132 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. that account frequently used to flavour dainty dishes, as well as wine and other liquors. Thus, so early as the time of Edward III., Chaucer says: Then springen herbis grete and smale, The licoris and the setewale. And many a clove gilofre, -to put in ale, Whether it be moist or stale. And Shakspeare makes Perdita say : The fairest flowers o’ the season Are our carnations and streak’d gilliflowers. Those beautifully painted flowers, the Indian Pink and the Sweet-william, belong to this family. Matthisson, a German writer, describes a scene witnessed by him near Grenoble in France, which must deeply interest every heart capable of sympathizing in the feelings of parting lovers. “ Not far from Susa, where the road of the Cenis begins to ascend, there is a chapel dedi¬ cated to the Blessed Virgin. Before the simple altar, surrounded by vases of flowers, where the image of the Virgin was faintly lighted by a single lamp, knelt a girl of about eighteen, PINK. 133 absorbed in devotion, and her dark eyes filled with tears. She was one of those nymph-like figures which the magic pencil of Angelica Kauffmann was fond of transferring to the canvass. In her clasped hands she held a bou¬ quet of clove carnations, tied with a silk ribbon, of the delightful colour of hope. With such devotion prays the saint in that masterpiece of Garofalo’s, in the cathedral of Ferrara, in whose folded hands the artist, in allusion to his own name, has placed a nosegay of the same flowers. The morning was so lovely and the air so mild that I had left the carriage to follow me, and was walking forward alone. Near the chapel I seated myself on a mass of rock. The girl rose from prayer, and presently appeared a hale young man driving three loaded horses. The moment she saw him she flew into his arms. Not a word passed on either side. Amidst tears and kisses, she presented to him the bouquet of carnations, with an inexpressible look of ten¬ derness, strove to speak, but could not utter a word. The young man placed the flowers in his bosom with as much reverence as if they had been the relics of a saint. The fond girl had N 134 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. been praying for the safety of her lover during the dangerous journey on which he was setting out, and had waited at the chapel for the fare well embrace.” VERVAIN. 135 VERVAIN. ENCHANTMENT. I wish that our botanists would attach a moral idea to all the plants which they describe. They would thus form a sort of universal dic¬ tionary, understood by all nations, and enduring as the world itself, since each spring would re¬ produce it without the slightest alteration of the characters. The altars of the great Jupiter are overthrown; the forests which witnessed the mysteries of the Druids no longer exist; the pyramids of Egypt will some day disappear, buried, like the Sphynx, beneath the sands of the desert: hut the lotus and the acanthus will still blossom on the hanks of the Nile; the mistletoe will still grow upon the oak ; and the Vervain upon the barren hills. Vervain was employed by the ancients in various kinds of divinations : they ascribed to it a thousand properties, and among others that of reconciling enemies. Whenever the Romans 136 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. sent their heralds to offer peace or war to nations, one of them always carried a sprig of Vervain. The Druids, both in Gaul and Britain, regarded the Vervain with the same veneration as the mistletoe, and offered sacrifices to the earth before they cut this plant in spring, which was a ceremony of great pomp. The Druids held their power through the ignorance and superstition of the people, and, being acquainted with the qualities of plants and other objects of Nature, they ascribed their effects to the power of magic and divination, pretending to work miracles, to exhibit asto¬ nishing appearances, and to penetrate into the counsels of Heaven. Although so many ages have passed away since the time of the Druids, the belief in their pretended spells is not yet wholly abolished. Thus, in the northern pro¬ vinces of France, the shepherds still continue to gather the Vervain, with ceremonies and words known only to themselves, and to express its juices under certain phases of the moon. At once the doctors and conjurors of their village, they alternately cure the complaints of their masters or fill them with dread ; for the same VERVAIN. 137 means which relieve their ailments enable them to cast a spell on their cattle and on the hearts of their daughters. They insist that this power is given to them by Vervain, especially when the damsels are young and handsome. Thus Vervain is still the plant of spells and enchantments, as it was among the ancients. 13S LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. MALLOW. BENEFICENCE. This plant was used by the Greeks and Ro¬ mans as an article of diet, as it is still by the people of Egypt and China. From this ejacu¬ lation of Job—“ Who cut up Mallows by the bushes and juniper-roots for their meat ?” we learn that it afforded food in the earliest times to those wandering tribes which chose rather to pitch their tents in the wilderness and to depend on the spontaneous gifts of bountiful Nature than to dwell in permanent habitations and to labour for their support. The common Mallow, the friend of the poor man, grows naturally beside the brook that quenches his thirst, and around the hut in which he dwells; and it borders the road-sides in most parts of Europe. Though it continues to blossom from the month of May to the end of October, yet its flowers never tire the eye, their petals being of a delicate, reddish purple, MALLOW. 139 sometimes varying to a whitish, or inclining to a bluish cast, with three or four darker streaks running from the base. The flower, stalk, leaf, and root, of this plant are all beneficial to man. With its different juices are composed syrups and ointments, equally agreeable to the taste and conducive to health. The way-lost traveller has occasionally found in its root a wholesome and substantial food. We need hut look down to our feet to discover, throughout all Nature, proofs of her love and provident care; hut this affectionate mother has often concealed, in plants as well as in human beings, the greatest virtues under the simplest appearance. It is, nevertheless, fortunate for the husband¬ man that Nature should have assigned to the Mallow a place on the hanks and borders of fields, and not scattered it over the meadows where its spreading branches would have in¬ jured the turf, and where, as cattle in general refuse to eat this plant, it would have soon over¬ run and smothered other vegetation. 140 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. FLOS ADONIS. PAINFUL RECOLLECTIONS. Adonis was killed, while hunting, by a boar. Venus, who, for his sake, had relinquished the joys of Cythera, shed tears for the fate of her favourite. They were not lost; the earth re¬ ceived them, and immediately produced a light, delicate plant, covered with flowers resembling drops of blood. Bright and transient flowers, too faithful emblems of the pleasures of life, ye were consecrated by Beauty herself to painful recollections! That this flower owes its name to the fa¬ vourite of Venus is not to he disputed; hut, whether the goddess of beauty changed her lover into this plant or the anemone it would he difficult to decide, since the Linnean system of dividing plants into families did not exist when the gods and goddesses made love upon earth: and, before the time of the Swedish botanist, the Adonis was classed among the anemones, which it greatly resembles. LILY. 141 LILY. MAJESTY. The Lily’s height bespake command— A fair, imperial flower ; She seemed designed for Flora’s hand. The sceptre of her power. The beauty and. delicacy of the Lily have been celebrated by the writers of all ages. So highly was it esteemed by the Jews that they imitated its form in the decorations of their first magni¬ ficent temple; and Christ himself described it as being more splendid than the great King Solomon in his most gorgeous apparel. Observe the rising Lily’s snowy grace, Observe the various vegetable race; They neither toil nor spin, but careless glow . Yet see how warm they blush, how bright they glow. What regal vestments can with them compare ! What king so shining, or what queen so fair ! Thomson. According to the heathen mythology, there was originally only one species of Lily, namely, the orange coloured; and the white was pro- 142 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. duced by the following circumstance :—Jupiter, being desirous to render Hercules immortal, prevailed on Juno to take a deep draught of nectar; which, having been prepared by Som- nus, threw the queen of the gods into a pro¬ found slumber. Jupiter took advantage of this to place the infant Hercules to her breast, that the divine milk might ensure his immortality. The infant, in his eagerness, drew the milk faster than he could swallow it, and some drops fell to the earth, from which immediately sprang the White Lily. The ladies on the continent have long held in the highest esteem a cosmetic prepared from the flowers of the White Lily by means of a vapour-bath. It is said to preserve and improve the freshness of the complexion, and to remove pimples and freckles. STOCK. 143 STOCK. LASTING BEAUTY. •This flower, which is now become the pride of every British parterre, has been made the emblem of lasting beauty; for, though it is less graceful than the rose, and not so supurb as the lily, its splendour is more durable, and its fragrance of longer continuance. It was one of the earliest inmates of our garden that was cultivated by the dames of baronial castles, whence it was formerly called castle gilloflower and dames’ violet, for the name of violet was given to many flowers which had either a pur¬ ple tint or an agreeable smell. The name of gillyflower was also common to other plants, as the wall-gillyflower (wallflower) and the clove- gillyflower, a species of pink or carnation. Few flowering plants have been so much and so rapidly improved by cultivation as the Stock. Within the last two centuries its nature has 144 I.ANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. been so completely changed by the art of the florist, that what was, in Queen Elizabeth’s time, but one degree removed from a small mountain or sea-side flower, is now become almost a shrub in size, whose branches are covered with blossoms little inferior in dimen¬ sion to the rose, and so thickly set as to form a mass of beauty not surpassed by any of the exotics which the other quarters of the glohe have poured into our gardens. Phillips men¬ tions a Stock grown at Notting Hill, near Bays- water, which measured eleven feet nine inches in circumference, in May, 1822. Stocks are produced of several colours, hoth double and single red, white, purple, and spec¬ kled. Of these the bright red or carmine Stock must ever remain the favourite variety. The principal branches of this fragrant family are the Ten-week Stock, so named from flowering in about ten weeks after it is sown ; and the Brompton, which does not blossom till about twelve months after sowing, and was first culti¬ vated in the neighbourhood of Brompton. Phil¬ lips gives an amusing account of the beneficial effect which the sight and name of this flower STOCK. 145 had on the spirits of an acquaintance 'with -whom he was making a tour in Normandy, in the first summer after the restoration of Louis XVIII. “ He had been induced to join a small party and leave his home, for the first time, to visit the opposite coast •, hut so truly British were his habits, that nothing could please or satisfy him. The soup was meagre, the pottage acid, the peas sweet, the wine sour, the coffee hitter; the girls brown, their eyes too black, their caps too high, their petticoats too short, their language unintelligible ; their houses old, the inns dirty, the country too open, the roads too straight: in short, he saw everything with such discontented eyes as to render the party uncomfortable, until good fortune led us to a rustic inn, where, in a small garden, were growing several fine Stocks, which, he affirmed, were the first good things he had seen since he left Sussex. On hearing the landlady acknow¬ ledge them to be de Girofliers de Brornpton, he insisted on halting at her house, where he treated the party with a dejeuner d la fourchette, and left the village with a sprig of the Brornpton Stock in his button-hole, his eyes sparkling o 146 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. with champagne and good-humour, which lasted for the remainder of the journey, during which he often exclaimed, ‘ Thanks to the Brompton Stock 1’ MARIGOLD. 147 MARIGOLD. GRIEF. I once saw, in a rich gallery of paintings, a pretty miniature, in which the artist had re¬ presented Grief under the form of a young man, pale and languishing, whose reclining head seemed bowed down by the weight of a wreath of Marigolds. Everybody is familiar with this golden flower, which is a conventional emblem of distress of mind. It is distinguished by many singular properties. It blossoms the -whole year ; and, on that account, the Romans termed it the flower of the calends, in other words, of all the months. Its flowers are open only from nine in the morning till three in the afternoon. They, however, always turn towards the sun, and follow his course from east to west. In July and August, these flowers emit, during the night, small luminous sparks. In this point they resemble the nasturtium and many other flowers of the same colour. 148 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. The melancholy signification of the Marigold may he modified in a thousand ways. Combined with roses, the symbol expresses the bitter sweets and pleasant pains of love. Alone, it expresses grief; interwoven with other flowers, the varying events of life, the “ mingled yarn of good and ill together.” In the East, a bou¬ quet of Marigolds and poppies expresses this thought — “ I will allay your pain.” It is more especially by such modifications that the Language of Flowers becomes the interpreta¬ tion of our thoughts. Marguerite of Orleans, the maternal grandmother of Henry IV., chose for her armorial device a Marigold turning to¬ wards the sun, and for motto, “ Je ne veux suivre que lui seul.” By this device the virtuous princess conveyed the idea that all her thoughts and affections turned towards heaven, as the Marigold towards the sun. One of our older poets thus moralizes over this flower:— When, with a serious musing, I behold The grateful and obsequious Marigold, How duly, every morning, she displays Her open breast when Phoebus spreads his rays; MARIGOLD. 149 How she observes him in his daily walk Still bending towards him her small slender stalk ; How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns, Bedew’d as ’twere with tears till he returns; And how she veils her flowers when he is gone. As if she scorned to be looked upon By an inferior eye, or did contemn To wait upon a meaner light than him : When this I meditate, methinks the flowers Have spirits far more generous than ours. And give us fair examples to despise The servile fawnings and idolatries Wherewith we court these earthly things below, Which merit not the service we bestow. Withers. 150 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. MIGNIONETTE. YOUR QUALITIES SURPASS YOUR CHARMS. Nearly one hundred years have run their course since the Mignionette first bloomed in our climes. It was brought from Egypt. Lin- neus, who gave to it the name of Reseda odo- ruta, compares its perfume with that of am¬ brosia : its fragrance is stronger at the rising and setting of the sun than at noon. Mignio¬ nette flowers from the beginning of spring to the end of autumn; but, by preserving it in a temperate green-house, its sweets may he in¬ haled in the winter season. It then becomes woody, lives many years, shoots up, and forms with care a shrub of the most charming appear¬ ance. No gorgeous flowers the meek Reseda grace, Yet sip, with eager trunk, yon busy race Her simple cup, nor heed the dazzling gem That beams in Fritillaria’s diadem. Evans, ytur //(C.t ./// ytthJ-i yf'tr v c/ta'r?n*J t y otc wtv/i' ftfy tt <’ . fuMishtd by Saunders /* (tt/cy. Conduit Stn ih \ ACACIA. 151 ACACIA. FRIENDSHIP. The Acacia is a Native of Nortli America, from Canada to Carolina, and it has been con¬ secrated by the Indians to the genius of chaste love. Their hows are made of the incorruptible wood of this tree, and their arrows are pointed with its thorns. Those wild sons of the desert are susceptible of an attachment fraught with delicacy: they may perhaps be unable to give utterance to it in words, hut they find means to express it in a branch of Acacia when in blossom. The Indian girl, like the city coquette, under¬ stands this flattering language, and receives, with a blush, the homage of him who has won her heart by his respect and love. It is not much more than a century since this ornamental tree was introduced into the gardens of France from American seeds by Robin, the botanist, after whom this family was named Robinia. It is a large, handsome tree, of 152 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. quick growth, beginning from the third year to convert its alburnum into perfect wood, which is of so fine a grain and so hard as to he substituted by turners for box in many kinds of light work. Its foliage, of a bright green, is peculiarly light and elegant. The species of Acacia most com¬ monly cultivated are the Pseudo-Acacia, with white blossom, and the Acacia glutinosa, (so named from a clammy moisture which covers its branches) with rose-coloured flowers. The Rose Acacia is a highly ornamental shrub, with large hunches of pink-coloured, papilionaceous blossoms, whose beauty, like that of the moss- rose, is enhanced by the bristly covering of the stalk and calyx. THORN-APPLE. 153 I THORN-APPLE. DECEITFUL CHARMS. Too often enervated by luxurious ease, an indolent beauty languishes the whole day, and avoids the cheering rays of the sun. At night, arrayed with all the art of coquetry, she ex¬ hibits herself to her admirers. The unsteady and delusive light of tapers, aiding her artifices, lends her a deceptive brilliancy, and she enchants by charms that are not her own. Her heart, meanwhile, is a stranger to love: all that she wants is slaves, victims. Imprudent youth, flee from the approach of this enchantress! Nature alone is sufficient, art useless, in order to please and to love. She who employs the latter is always dangerous, perfidious. The flowers of the Thorn-apple, like those nocturnal beauties, droop while the sun shines beneath their dull-looking foliage ; but, on the approach of night, they revive, display their charms, and unfold their prodigious bells, which lo4 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Natiwe has coloured with purple, lined with ivory; and to which she has given an odour that attracts and intoxicates, hut is so dan¬ gerous as to stupify those who inhale it even in the open air. The Thorn-apple of Peru is the most splendid variety of this species, each flower being often two feet in length; and sometimes there are one hundred and fifty open at once on the tree. It is a dangerous plant to be allowed to grow where there are children, as the beauty of its flowers and fruit is liable to tempt them to their destruction; since it possesses so poisonous a quality as to produce paralysis and even mad¬ ness in those who have inadvertently eaten of it. As a medicine, its leaves have been recently recommended for cough and asthma, dried and mixed with ordinary or herb tobacco for smoking. CAROLINA JASMINE. 155 CAROLINA JASMINE. SEPARATION. How many exquisite harmonies arise on every side of us from the association of plants with animals! The butterfly embellishes the rose, the songs of birds enliven the groves, the bee confers a new charm on the flower about which it buzzes, and from which it extracts its sweets. Thus, throughout all Nature, the in¬ sect is adapted to the flower, the bird to the tree, the quadruped to the plant. Man alone is capable of discovering these connexions, and he alone has the power of breaking that chain of consonance and love by which all things in the world are hound together. If, with eager and imprudent hand, he attempts to remove an ani¬ mal from its native home, thinking only of his own convenience, he usually forgets the plant which would have reconciled his new slave to this separation from his birthplace. If he takes away a plant, he neglects the insect which en- 156 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. livens, the bird which embellishes it, and the quadruped which feeds upon its leaves and re¬ poses in its shade. Look at the Carolina Jasmine! With its * beautiful foliage and scarlet flowers, it remains an alien among us. For our parts, we prefer to it our sweet native honeysuckle, to which the bee resorts to suck its honey, the goat to browse on its leaves, and flocks of thrushes, linnets finches, and other small birds, to feast upon its berries. No doubt the rich Jasmine of Caro¬ lina would counterbalance all these advantages in our estimation, were we to see it enlivened by the humming-bird of Florida, which, in the vast forests of the New World, prefers its beautiful foliage to that of every other tree. “ He builds his nest,” says St. Pierre, “ in one of the leaves of this plant, which he rolls up into the form of a cone : he finds his subsistence in its red flowers, resembling those of the fox¬ glove, the nectareous glands of which he licks with his tongue; he squeezes into them his little body, which looks in these flowers like an emerald set in corah and sometimes gets so far that he may be caught in this situation.” This CAROLINA JASMINE. 157 little creature is the soul, the life, an essential accompaniment, of the plant in which he de¬ lights. When separated from her winged guest, this beautiful creeper is like a desolate widow who has lost all her charms. p 158 LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. DANDELION. THE RUSTIC ORACLE. When you bend your steps through the plain, or ascend the hill-side, or stand on the mountain-top, look down to the greensward at your feet, and you will perceive patches of ver¬ dure, covered with golden flowers, or with light and transparent globes. It is the Dandelion, the oracle of the fields, which may be every where consulted. Like man, it is spread over the whole face of the globe ; it is found in the four quarters of the world, near the pole as be¬ neath the equator, on the margin of rivers and streams as well as on sterile rocks : every where it offers to the hand that would gather, or the eye that would consult them, its flowers, which shut and open at certain hours, serving the soli¬ tary shepherd for a clock, while its feathery tufts are his barometer, predicting calm or storm. DANDELION. 159 Leontodons unfold On the swart turf their rav-encirclcd goldj With Sol’s expanding beam the flowers unclose. And rising Hesper lights them to repose. Darwin. She, enamoured of the sun, At Iris departure hangs her head and weeps, And shrouds her sweetness up, and keeps Sad vigils, like a cloistered nun, Till his reviving ray appears, Waking her beauty as he dries her tears. Moore. Thus in each flower and simple bell That in our path betrodden lie Are sweet remembrancers, who tell How fast their winged moments fly. Charlotte Smith. But the globes formed by the seeds of the Dandelion serve for other purposes. Are you separated from the object of your love ?—care¬ fully pluck one of those feathery spheres; charge each of the little feathers composing it with a tender thought; turn towards the spot where the loved one dwells; blow, and the little aerial travellers will faithfully convey your secret message to his or her feet. Do you wish to know if that dear one is thinking of you, as you are thinking of him or her ? blow again; and if there is left upon the stalk a single 1G0 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. aigrette, it is a proof that you are not forgotten. But this second trial must he conducted with great caution. You must blow very gently; for, at any age, even at that which love renders most resplendent, it is wrong to dispel too rudely the illusions which embellish life. The Dandelion attracts attention at a much earlier period of life. Friend Howitt speaks of it as Dandelion, with globe of down, The schoolboy’s clock in every town. Which the truant puffs amain, To conjure lost hours back again. POPPY. 1C1 POPPY. CONSOLATION. As these plants, or rather the juice extracted from them, are employed to ease pain and to procure sleep to the restless invalid, the red Poppy in floral language is made the symbol of consolation. The White Poppy is supposed to express “ My bane, my antidote.” According to the Grecian mythology, the Poppy owed its origin to Ceres, who created it to assuage her grief, during her search after her daughter Proserpine, who was carried off by Pluto. Indulgent Ceres knew my worth, And to adorn the teeming earth She bade the Poppy rise. COWI.EY. Sleep-bringing Poppy, by the ploughman late, Not without cause, to Ceres consecrate. Browne. The largest heads of the single white Poppy arc preferred for making opium. These, being 162 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. wounded before they are mature, and while growing, yield a milky juice ; this, being col¬ lected and dried, becomes opium, of which lau¬ danum is made. According to the quantity taken, laudanum operates either as a powerful remedy or a destructive poison. From a Poppy I have taken Mortal’s balm and mortal’s bane; Juice that, creeping through the heart, Deadens every sense of smart; Doomed to heal or doomed to kill, Fraught with good or fraught with ill. Mas. Robinson. The Poppy has of late years been extensively cultivated in this country for the making of opium, which is found to be equal in all its qualities to that formerly imported from Tur¬ key. The quantity annually consumed in Eng¬ land is about fifty thousand pounds. In Ger¬ many an oil is extracted from the seed of the Poppy, that is not inferior to the finest Italian oils for culinary purposes, if used within the year. Many species of Poppies are cultivated in the garden. The double ones are flowers of sur¬ passing beauty, whether we consider their deli- toppy. 1G3 cate texture, elegance of shape, or variety of colouring. But, independently of the flower, the capsule, or seed-case, alone of the Poppy cannot he examined without exciting the utmost admiration of the wisdom with which it has been formed. It is covered by a shield-formed stigma, or cap, thickly perforated with holes, to admit the fecundating particles of the farina to the channels which are so disposed around the eleven cells, or chambers, of the capsule, that each seed receives its regular portion of this matter by means of an umbilical cord; though there are frequently six thousand of these vege¬ table eggs enclosed in one capsule. When we consider that each of these minute seeds is so admirably perfect as to contain all the essentials necessary to form in the following year a plant capable of producing at least twenty capsules, we cannot forbear exclaiming with the poet:— How wondrous are thy ways ! How far above our knowledge and our praise ! Pope. In the time of Gesner, the celebrated bota¬ nist of Switzerland, the village Damons and Chloes proved the sincerity of their lovers by 1G4 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. placing in the hollow of the palm of the left hand a petal, or flower-leaf, of the Poppy, which, on being struck by the other hand, was broken with a sharp sound, which denoted true attachment, but faithlessness when it failed to snap. By a prophetic Poppy leaf I found Your changed affection, for it gave no sound, Though in my hand struck hollow as it lay; But quickly withered, like your love, away. CORN. CORN. RICHES. Corn is a term applied to all sorts of grain fit for food, particularly wheat, barley, oats, and rye. All of them belong to the grand division of grasses, which are distinguished from other plants by their simple, straight, unbranched stalk, hollow and jointed, commonly called straw; with long, narrow, tapering leaves, placed at each joint of the stalk, and sheathing and enclosing it, as if by way of support. Ceres, the goddess of com and harvest, was represented with a garland of ears of corn on her head. The commemoration of the loss of her daughter Proserpine was celebrated about the beginning of harvest; that of her search after her at the time of sowing corn. Botanists assure us that corn is not found anywhere in its primitive state. This plant, together with the use of fire, seems to have been bestowed by Providence on man, in order 166 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. to secure to liim the dominion of the earth. With corn and fire, he may dispense with all other gifts, or rather, he may acquire them all. With corn alone he can feed all the domestic animals, which furnish him with subsistence or share his labours. Corn is the first bond of society, because its culture and preparation de¬ mand hard labour and mutual services. An Arab, having lost his way in the desert, had been two days without food : death by hun¬ ger stared him in the face. At length, coming to a well where caravans were accustomed to halt, he perceived a small leathern bag lying on the sand. He picked it up. “ God be praised!” said lie—“ ’tis a little flour, I presume.” He lost no time in untying it, and, at the sight of its contents, he exclaimed—“ Unfortunate crea¬ ture that I am ! it is only gold-dust!” A whole straw has been made the emblem of union, and a broken straw, of rupture. The custom of breaking a straw to express the rup¬ ture of a contract may be traced back to an early period of French history, and may be almost said to have had a royal origin. The ancient chroniclers relate that, in 922, Charles CORN. 1G7 the Simple, finding himself abandoned by the principal lords of his court, had the imprudence to call a meeting of the Champ de Mai at Sois- sons. There he sought friends, but found only factious opponents,whose audacity was increased by his weakness. Some reproached him with indolence, prodigality, and his blind confidence in his minister Haganon ; others with his dis¬ graceful concessions to Raoul, the Norman chieftain. Surrounded by the seditious crowd, he had recourse to entreaties and promises, hoping to escape from them by fresh conces¬ sions ; but in vain. The more he betrayed his weakness the bolder they grew, and at length they declared that he should no longer be their king. At these words, pronounced with vehe¬ mence, and accompanied with threats, they ad¬ vanced to the foot of the throne, broke the straws which they held in their hands, dashed them to the ground, and retired, after declaring by this act that they thus broke all compacts with him. This is the most ancient instance-of the kind on record; but it proves that this method of breaking contracts had long been customary ; 1G8 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. since the great vassals thought it unnecessary to accompany the act with a single word of ex¬ planation. They were sure of being understood, and they were so. YELLOW DAY LILY. 1G9 YELLOW DAY LILY. COQUETRY This fragile beauty is made the emblem of coquetry, because its flower seldom lasts a second day: hence the French have named it Belle dejour, and it has been thus characterized by one of their poets : Aux feux dont l’air etinceUe S’ouvre la Belle de jour; Zephyr la flatte de l’aile : La friponne encore appelle Les papillons d’alentour. Coquettes, e’est votre embleme : Le grand jour, le bruit vous plait, Briller est votre art supreme; Sans dclat le plaisir mOme Devient pour vous sans at trait. It flowers in June, and though the blossoms are so short-lived, yet they are followed by a succession of others, so that the plant continues to display its beauty, and to give out its agree¬ able fragrance, for a considerable time. Q 170 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. SENSITIVE PLANT. CHASTITY. The Sensitive Plant is so called from its motions imitating the sensibility of animal life. The plants of this genus naturally contract themselves in the evening, and expand with the morning’s light, and they are still more re¬ markable for shrinking from external violence, and folding up their leaves at the mere approach of one’s hand. Whence does it happen that the plant, which well We name the Sensitive, should move and feel ? Whence know her leaves to answer her command, And with quick horror fly the neighbouring hand ? Prior, These are questions which naturalists have not yet been able to answer. Darwin asks: “ May it not be owing to a numbness, or para- lysis, consequent to too violent irritation, like the fainting of animals from pain or fatigue ?” SENSITIVE PLANT. 171 The same writer thus characterizes the general habits of this plant: Weak, with nice sense, the chaste Mimosa stands, From each rude touch withdraws her timid hands: Oft as light clouds pass o’er the summer’s glade, Alarm’d she trembles at the moving shade, And feels, alive through all her tender form, The whisper’d murmurs of the gathering storm; Shuts her sweet eyelids to approaching night, And hails with freshen’d charms the rosy light. Her susceptibility, however, even in the highest degree of excitement, never instigates her to injure the indiscreet hand which touches her, but only to draw back from it. The Sen¬ sitive Plant strives neither to punish nor to re¬ venge herself. Like those modest females who never think of arming themselves with severity, she uses not her thorny bristles; she merely shrinks from the approach of the intruder. The violet is the emblem of that retiring modesty which proceeds from reflection; but the Sen¬ sitive Plant is a perfect image of innocence and virgin modesty. She suspects no harm, because she knows none, and shews herself without mis¬ trust : but as soon as she is gazed at too closely, 172 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. slie withdraws herself as much as possible from the inquisitive eye. This modesty appears to he in her an instinct, a sense, and not the result of reflection. ; AUTUMN. 173 AUTUMN. Attemper’d suns arise, Sweet-beam’d and shedding oft through lucid clouds A pleasing calm; while, broad and brown below. Extensive harvests hang the heavy head. Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale Rolls its light billows o’er the bending plain : A calm of plenty ! Thomson. Who loves not Autumn’s joyous round, When corn, and wine, and oil abound ? Yet who would choose, however gay, A year of unrenewed decay ? Montgomery. No spring or summer’s beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face. Donne. Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Akenside. 2 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 174- Go to the silent Autumn woods ! There has gone forth a spirit stern ; Its wing has waved in triumph here, The spring’s green tender leaf is sere, And withering hangs the summer fern. Mary Howitt. In our favoured country. Spring is clothed in a green robe enamelled with flowers, which owes all its ornaments to Nature. Summer, crowned with blue-bottles and wild poppies, proud of her golden harvests, receives from the hand of man part of her decorations; whilst Autumn appears laden with fruit brought to perfection by his industry. Here the juicy peach is tinged with the colours of the rose ; the fine- flavoured apricot borrows the gold that glows in the bosom of the ranunculus; the grape decks itself with the purple of the violet; and the apple with the varied hues of the gaudy tulip. All these fruits are so like flowers, that one would suppose them to have been made only to delight the eye : but yet they come to increase the abundance of our stores, and Au¬ tumn, which pours them upon our tables, seems to proclaim that they are the last gifts which Nature means to lavish upon us. AUTUMN. 175 But a new Flora suddenly makes her appear¬ ance, the offspring of commerce and industry. She was unknown to Greece in her best days, and to our simple forefathers. Roving about incessantly over the earth, she enriches us with the productions of every country. She comes, and our dull and forsaken gardens acquire fresh splendour. The China aster is intermingled with the beauteous pink of India; the mignio- nette from the hanks of the Nile grows at the foot of the eastern tuberose ; the heliotrope, the nasturtium, and the nightshade of Peru, blos¬ som beneath the beautiful acacia of Constan¬ tinople ; the Persian jasmine unites with that of Carolina to cover our arbours and to embel¬ lish our bowers; the hollyhock and the Passion flower, also denominated the Jerusalem cross, which reminds us of the Crusades, raise their splendid heads beside the persicaria of the East; and Autumn, which could formerly find nothing but ears of corn and vine-leaves to compose a garland for her brows, is now astonished to find herself crowned with such rich adornments, and to he enabled to mingle with them the ever- flowering rose of the plains of Bengal. I 176 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Dearly do I love to observe these beautiful strangers, which have retained amongst us their ' native instincts and habits. The sensitive plant shrinks from my hand, as it does from that of the American savage ; the African marigold pre¬ dicts to me, as to the black inhabitants of the desert, dry or rainy weather; the day-lily of Portugal tells me that in an hour it will be noon ; and the Peruvian nightshade informs the timid lover that the trysting-hour is at hand. FORGET-ME-NOT. 177 FORGET-ME-NOT. The name of this beautiful little flower, which enamels the hanks of our rivers with its corollas of celestial blue, corresponds with the signifi¬ cation that is now universally attached to it. That name is derived from a German tradition full of melancholy romance. It is related that a young couple, on the eve of being united, whilst walking along the delightful hanks of the Danube, saw a cluster of these lovely flowers floating on the stream, which was hearing it away. The affianced bride admired the beauty of the flower, and lamented its fatal destiny. The lover plunged into the water to secure it; no sooner had he caught it than he found him¬ self sinking, hut, making a last effort, he threw it on the hank at the feet of his betrothed, and, at the moment of disappearing for ever, exclaimed Vergiss mein nicht ! Since that event, this flower has been made emblematical of the sentiment, and been distinguished by the name of Forget-me-not. Its Linnean appellation is 178 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Myosotis palustris, and its common English name, Mouse-ear Scorpion-grass. It is not surprising that the Forget-me-not should have become a favourite with our own poets as well as those of Germany. In Gdthe’s “ Lay of the Imprisoned Knight,” translated by Lord Francis Leveson Gower, are these stanzas: Not on the mountain’s shelving side, Nor in the cultivated ground, Nor in the garden’s painted pride, The flower I seek is found. Where Time on sorrow’s page of gloom Has fix’d its envious lot. Or swept the record from the tomb, It says Forget me not. And this is still the loveliest flower. The fairest of the fair. Of all that deck my lady’s bower, Or bind her floating hair. It has been figured as a device on the seals of lovers, who have sung its praises in their verses: To flourish in my favourite bower. To blossom round my cot, I cultivate the little flower They call Forget-me-not. FORGET-ME-NOT. 179 It springs where Avon gently flows In wild simplicity, And ’neath my cottage-window grows, Sacred to love and thee. This pretty little flowret’s dye Of soft cerulean blue, Appears as if from Ellen’s eye It had received its hue. Though oceans now betwixt us roar, Though distant be our lot, Ellen ! though we should meet no more, Sweet maid. Forget me not! The Myosotis palustris is nowhere found in greater perfection and abundance than on the bank of a stream near Luxemburg, which springs from the foot of an oak, that appears as old as the world, and, forming a number of little cas¬ cades, descends into an extensive plain. It is only the bank most exposed to the south that is thickly bordered by the Forget-me-not, and the plants hanging down seem to delight in look¬ ing at themselves in the crystal mirror of the stream, which is called The Fairies’ Bath, or the Cascade of the Enchanted Oak. To this favou¬ rite spot the young females often descend from the ramparts of the city, on holidays, to dance 180 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. near the hrook. To see them crowned with the flowers that line its hank, you would take them for Nymphs holding their revels in honour of the Naiad of the Enchanted Oak. For some years this little flower has heen cultivated in France with the greatest care, and it finds a ready sale in the markets of Paris. Phillips recommends its cultivation for the same purpose in this country, particularly to cottagers who live near towns; “ as, hy trans¬ planting the trailing branches from their bor¬ ders into small pots, they would find it a profit¬ able employ to send them to market, for few people would withstand the temptation to pur¬ chase these interesting flowers, that carry in their eye the tale of Forget-me-not.” The same writer says he has heen informed that “ the decoction or the juice of this plant has the peculiar property of hardening steel; and that, if edge-tools of that metal he made red-hot, and then quenched in the juice, and this process he repeated several times, the steel will become so hard as to cut iron, and even stone, without turning the edge.” CHINA ASTER. 181 CHINA ASTER. VARIETY. The numerous family of radiated flowers were named Aster, from the Greek word, signi¬ fying Star. Our European gardens are in¬ debted for the China Aster to Father d’lncar- ville, a Jesuit missionary, who, about the year 1730, sent seeds of it to the royal garden at Paris. At first the plants produced only single flowers of one uniform colour; hut, through cultivation and change of soil, double varieties were obtained, and so diversified in colour, that they form one of the principal ornaments of our parterres from July to November; and the China Aster is thence made the emblem of variety. In like manner, study is capable of multiplying without limit the graces and refinements of the uncultivated mind. Brilliant and majestic, the Aster does not pretend to rival the rose, hut it succeeds her, and consoles us in autumn for her absence. n 182 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. It was at first supposed that the Chinese were acquainted only with the single purple Aster that was sent to France : hut they possess all the varieties which we admire, and display a taste in the arrangement of these star-formed flowers which leaves the British florist far in the hack-ground. Even our most curious ama¬ teurs have yet to learn what effect these plants are capable of producing by their gay corollas, when carefully distributed by the hand of taste. Figure to yourself for instance a bank sloping to a piece of water, covered with these gay flowers, so arranged as to rival the richest pat¬ terns of Persian carpets, or the most curious figures that can be devised by the artist in filigree. Imagine them reflected in the water, and you will have a faint idea of the enchanting effect produced by these brilliant stars in the gardens of China. I once attempted this kind of decoration, of which a celebrated traveller had talked to me a great deal, but failed to produce the full effect intended, owing to the lack of that profusion of flowers, that variety of shades of the same colour, and, above all, that admirable Chinese CHINA ASTER. 183 patience which conquers all obstacles. My little theatre, however, which was rather disposed in stripes than in steps, delighted all who beheld it; and many were astonished, as well as my¬ self, that nothing of the kind had ever yet been attempted for the decoration of our gardens or to set off our festivities. 184 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. TUBEROSE. DANGEROUS PLEASURES. This superb child of the East, to which Lin- neus gave by way of eminence the epithet Po- lianthes, from two Greek words signifying a town and a flower, because it is generally culti¬ vated and sold in towns, was first brought from Persia to France in 1632. It was then but single, and double flowers were not produced till long afterwards by a skilful florist of Leyden, named Lecour. It has since spread over all the world. In Russia, indeed, it flowers only for sovereigns and the great; but it has become naturalized in Peru, where it grows without culture, and unites with the glowing nastur¬ tium to' adorn the bosom of the American beauty. The flower of the Tuberose, which grows on the top of a very tall, slender stem, is of a white colour, sometimes tinged with a blush of pink. Its perfume is delicious, rich, and power- TUBEROSE. 185 ful. If you would enjoy it without danger, keep at some distance from the plant. To increase ten-fold the pleasure which it affords, come with the object of your affection to inhale its perfume by moonlight, when the nightingale is pouring forth his soul in song : The Tuberose, with her silvery light. That in the gardens of Malay Is call’d the mistress of the night, So like a bride, scented and bright, She comes out when the sun’s away. Moore. Then, by a secret virtue, these grateful odours will add an inexpressible charm to your en¬ joyment; but if, regardless of the precepts of moderation, you will approach too near, this divine flower will then be but a dangerous en¬ chantress, which will pour into your bosom a deadly poison. Thus the love which descends from heaven purifies and exalts the delights of a chaste passion; but that which springs from the earth proves the bane and the destruction of imprudent youth. 1ST, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. PERUVIAN HELIOTROPE. DEVOTED ATTACHMENT. This flower has been confounded with the sunflower, though it is of a different genus, and totally unlike the latter. To both has been ascribed the property of turning towards the sun, and following his course round the horizon; a property not confined to these flowers, as there are others that do the same in a greater or less degree. The blossoms of the Heliotrope form clusters of very small,delicate,fragrant flowers, generally of a faint purple colour, or white, sometimes red, and bluish white. It is, as its name implies, a native of Peru, where it was discovered by the celebrated Jussieu. While botanizing one day in the Cordilleras, he suddenly found him¬ self overpowered by an intoxicating perfume. He looked around, expecting to find some gaudy flower or other from which it proceeded, but could perceive nothing but some handsome PERUVIAN HELIOTROPE. 1S7 bushes, of a light green, the extremities of ■whose sprays were tipped with floAvers of a faint blue colour. He went up to these bushes, which Avere about six feet high, and saw that the flowers which they bore Avere all turned towards the sun. Struck with this peculiarity, the learned botanist gave to the plant the name of Heliotrope, and, collecting some of its seeds, he sent them to the royal garden at Paris, where the Heliotrope was first cultivated in 1740. It has since spread to all the countries of Europe, and though there is nothing striking in its ap¬ pearance, it has become a general favourite with the fair sex. An anonymous poet has drawn from this flower a signification the very reverse of that which Are have attached to it: There is a flower,, whose modest eye Is turned with looks of light and love, Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh, Whene’er the sun is bright above. Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil, Her fond idolatry is fled; Her sighs no more their sweets exhale, The loving eye is cold and dead. 188 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Canst thou not trace a moral here, False flatterer of the prosperous hour ? Let but an adverse cloud appear, And thou art faithless as the flow’r. / is-e JUblished by Saunders X- dttey Conduit Street. SUNFLOWER. 189 SUNFLOWER. FALSE RICHES. The Sunflower has been thus named from the resemblance which its broad golden disk and surrounding rays hear to the sun. On this account it was used in its native country by the Peruvians, who worshipped that luminary—the virgins who officiated in the Temple of the Sun being crowned with Sunflowers of pure gold, wearing them also at their bosoms, and carrying them in their hands. These golden flowers, reflecting the rays of their deity, formed a scene of dazzling brilliancy. The first Spaniards who arrived in Peru were amazed at this profuse display of gold, hut they were still more asto¬ nished when in May they beheld whole fields covered with these flowers, which they concluded at first sight to be composed of the same pre¬ cious metal. The Sunflower has been made the emblem of 190 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. false wealth, because gold, however abundant, cannot of itself render a person truly rich. It is related that Pythes, a rich Lydian, the owner of several gold-mines, neglected the cultivation of his lands, which naturally became so unpro¬ ductive as not to afford the necessaries of life. His wife, who proved herself possessed of as much good sense as wit, at a supper which Pythes had ordered her to prepare, caused all the dishes to he filled with representations of the different viands in gold. On the removal of the covers she said to the guests: “ I set before you such fare as we have; for we cannot reap what we do not sow.” This lesson made a due impression on the mind of Pythes, who acknowledged that Providence distributes its gifts like an affectionate mother, who has a love for all her offspring, however numerous. The French call this flower Tournesol as well as Soleil, from a vulgar error that the blossoms turn to the sun. The fact is, that the flowers branch out on all sides of the plant, and those which face the east at the opening of day, never turn to the west at the close of it. Many of our, poets, however, have adopted the popular SUNFLOWER. 191 notion that this flower regularly turns to tire sun : But one, the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, Drooping all night, and, when he warm returns, Points her enamour’d bosom to his ray. Thomson. Moore, in his Irish Melodies, introduces the same notion : As the Sunflower turns to her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn’d when he rose. Darwin also says of the Sunflower that it Climbs the upland lawn, And bows in homage to the rising dawn, Imbibes with eagle eye the golden ray, And watches, as it moves, the orb of day. Uplift, proud Sunflower, to thy favourite orb. That disk whereon his brightness seems to dwell, And, as thou seem’st his radiance to absorb, Proclaim thyself the garden’s sentinel. Barton. This notion is, no doubt, derived from the classic legend of the nymph Clytia, who was beloved by Helios. When, however, he trans- 192 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ferred his affections to Leucothoe, the daughter of King Orchamos, the jealous Clytia commu¬ nicated the affair to the father, who cruelly put his daughter to death. Helios was so indignant at the conduct of Clytia, that he could not for¬ give her, and wholly withdrew his affections. Overwhelmed with grief, she threw herself on the ground, and there lay for nine days and nights without taking any sustenance, and her eyes fixed on the sun, the type of her lover. At length the gods, moved with compassion by her sorrow and contrition, transformed her into a Sunflower, which was believed constantly to turn its face towards the sun, as if to imbibe life and warmth from his rays. In its native country, Peru and Mexico, the Sunflower is said to grow to the height of twenty feet or more, and to produce flowers about two feet in diameter. Gerard, the first. English writer who notices this plant, which he calls “ The Flower of the Sunne, or the Marigolde of Peru,” tells us that he had grown it in his garden at Holborn to the height of fourteen feet, and producing flowers that mea¬ sured sixteen inches over. SUNFLOWER. 193 It has been ascertained that a single Sun¬ flower may produce upwards of two thousand seeds. These seeds when peeled have a taste similar to that of sweet almonds, and they are excellent food for fattening domestic poultry. In the United States of America, the Sunflower is cultivated on a large scale for the purpose of making from the seeds an oil that is good-tasted, and fit for salads and all the purposes for which olive-oil is used. Hence it is evident that the Sunflower might with as much justice have been made the emblem of true as of false riches. s 194 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. HOLLYHOCK. AMBITION. The towering height of this majestic plant renders it an appropriate emblem of ambition. It is a native of the East Indies, China, Siberia, and Africa. From the French name, Rose de Damas, or Rose d’Outremer, it is surmised that the Hollyhock was first brought to Europe from Syria at the time of the Crusades. We have few flowers that contribute more to the embellishment of large gardens than the Hollyhock, whose noble stems appear like so many banners garnished with roses of every variety of colour, from the palest blush to the deepest carmine, and from a faint white, through every shade of yellow, to the richest orange, from which the colour is carried on to a dark chesnut. Others are dyed of a reddish pimple, deepening to black. These give gaiety to the shrubbery till a late season of the year, throw¬ ing out a succession of flowers till the arrival of frost. HOLLYHOCK. 195 Phillips in his “ Flora Historica,” indulges in the following pleasing speculations respect¬ ing this flower:—“ When the children of the lower classes of society have become more civi¬ lized, and their parents sufficiently enlightened to instruct them in their duty, so that their amusement may not consist in idly destroying what cannot benefit them, hut materially injures their more polished neighbours, the Hollyhock will he planted in the hedges of our fields, and the whole appearance of the country be much improved by relieving the uniformity of the generality of fences. Considerable benefit would at the same time be received by those cottagers who have the prudence to give attention to the hive; since the late season at which the Holly¬ hock flowers gives the bees an opportunity to make a second season for collecting then' sweets.” From the nectaries of Hollyhocks The humble bee, e’en till he faints, will sip. H. Smith. It is now known that the Hollyhock may be employed for other economical purposes besides the feeding of bees. It has been ascertained 196 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. that good strong cloth may he made from the fibrous bark of its flower-stalks. In 1821 , two hundred and eighty acres of land near Flint, in Wales, were planted with the common Holly¬ hock for this manufacture; in the process of which it was discovered that the plant yields a fine blue dye, equal in beauty and permanence to the best indigo. MAIDEN HAIR. 197 MAIDEN HAIR. SECRECY. Up to the present day, botanists have in vain studied this plant, which seems to conceal from the most searching examination the secret of its flowers and seed, confiding to Zephyr alone the invisible germs of its young family. That deity selects a spot for the cradle of its offspring. Sometimes he delights to form with its long tresses the dark veil hung before some cavern, in which the solitary Naiad has slept ever since the beginning of ages ; at others, hearing them on his wings, he fixes them like verdant stars on the top of the towers of some old castle, or, disposing them in light festoons, he adorns with them the cool and shady spots which the herds¬ man loves. Thus this species of fern, which baffles the researches of Science, and conceals its origin from the most piercing eyes, does not withhold its benefits from those who solicit them. 198 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. MEADOW SAFFRON. MY BEST DAYB ARE PAST. When the leaves begin to fall from the trees, a flower resembling the crocus springs up amidst the grass of the damp meadows : but, instead of being, like the crocus, the harbinger of joy and hope, it proclaims to all Nature that the bright days of summer are over. This flower is the Meadow Saffron, or Colchicum autumnale, sup¬ posed to be so named from Colchis, in Asia, where it is said to grow in abundance. According to fabulous history, this autumnal flower owes its origin to some drops of the magic liquor, prepared by Medea to restore the aged iEson to the bloom and vigour of youth, which were spilt in the fields. The foaming juices now the brink o’erswell; The barren heath, where’er the liquor fell. Sprang out with vernal grass, and all the pride Of blooming May. Tate’s Ovid. MEADOW SAFFRON. 199 In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs That did renew old yEson. Shakspeare. It lias been suggested also that, as Medea is sometimes called Colchis, it was this plant that relieved JEson from his infirmities. Hence it came to he considered as a preservative against all sorts of diseases. The Swiss hang it round their children’s necks, and imagine them to he thenceforth exempt from every kind of ailment. Most superstitious notions, however, ridicu¬ lous as they may now appear, originated in the first instance in some reasonable opinion. Could we divest the tales of antiquity of their fabulous dress, we should probably find them all expla¬ natory of real events. In this case, we should perhaps discover that Medea, having relieved /Eson from a fit of the gout, his subjects cele¬ brated her praise for having restored their sove¬ reign to youthful sprightliness. This interpre¬ tation is rendered the more plausible by the late discovery of the powerful efficacy of the Colchi- cum, not only in gout and rheumatic affections of the joints, but also in most inflammatory dis- 200 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. orders. In many cases, however, it has produced injurious effects ; so that, as a medicine, it ought not to he administered hut by the most cautious practitioners; for the Colchicum is undoubtedly a poisonous root, and its deleterious effects are to he dreaded until the precise dose is accu¬ rately ascertained. The poisonous quality of this plant seems to he known as it were by instinct to all kinds of cattle. They all shun it, and it is no uncom¬ mon thing to see it standing alone in pastures, where every other kind of herbage has been eaten down, without a leaf of this plant 'being touched. The Meadow Saffron cannot hut interest the botanist on account of the singular phenomena which it exhibits. Its corolla, six-cleft, of a violet colour, has neither leaves nor stem: a long tube, white as ivory, which is but a pro¬ longation of the flower, is its sole support. At the bottom of this tube Nature has placed the seed, which is not destined to ripen before the following spring. The seed-vessel which en¬ closes it is buried in the turf during the win¬ ter ; but, on the return of spring, it rises from MEADOW SAFFRON. 201 the ground, waving in the sunshine, surrounded by a tuft of broad leaves of the brightest green. The seeds ripen in May. Thus, this plant, reversing the accustomed order of the seasons, mingles its fruits with the flowers of spring, and its flowers with the fruits of autumn. Then bright from earth, amid the troubled sky. Ascends fair Colchicum, with radiant eye. Warms the cold bosom of the hoary year, And lights with beauty’s blaze the dusky sphere. - Darwin. 202 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. SWEET-SCENTED TUSSILAGE. JUSTICE SHALL BE DONE TO YOU. Although this plant is a native of Italy, it remained unknown till the present century, when M. Villan, a skilful botanist of Grenoble, was attracted by its delightful fragrance at the foot of Mount Pilatus, in Switzerland, whence he brought it to perfume the winter gardens of ■ our continental neighbours. It ca st its first odour on the British shore in 1806, and it has become so far naturalized to our climate as to discharge its fragrance over our walks in winter, as freely as the mignionette of Egypt does in summer. Thus, genius, hidden beneath a modest exte¬ rior, is not discerned by the vulgar; but, if it once meets the eye of an enlightened judge, its powers are revealed, and it commands the ad¬ miration of those who, with stupid indifference, perceive in it nothing extraordinary. A young miller in Holland, having a taste for painting, exercised it at leisure-hours in portraying the SWEET-SCENTED TUSSILAGE. 203 scenery amidst which he lived. His master’s mill and cattle, an admirable verdure, the effects of the sky, clouds, vapour, light, and shade, were transferred with exquisite truth to the canvass by his untutored pencil. No sooner had he finished one picture than he carried it to the colourman and exchanged it for materials to paint another. It happened that the innkeeper of the place, expecting company at his house, wished to decorate the apartment destined for their reception, and bought two of the pictures for that purpose. An eminent painter, chancing to stop at the inn, admired the truth of these landscapes, offered one hundred florins for what had cost but a crown, and, on paying for them, promised to take all the works of the young miller at the same price. Thus was the repu¬ tation of the latter established and his fortune made. In his prosperity he never forgot his dear mill, the figure of which is to be found in all his pictures, which are so many master¬ pieces. Who would imagine that plants, like men, need a patron in order that their merits may be duly appreciated! 204 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. SCARLET GERANIUM. STUPIDITY. Madame de St a el was always angry when¬ ever any of her acquaintance attempted to in¬ troduce a stupid person into her company. One day, one of her friends ventured, nevertheless, to bring to her a young Swiss officer of the most prepossessing exterior. The lady, pleased with his appearance, was very lively, and said a thou¬ sand flattering things to the new-comer, who seemed at first to he struck mute by surprise and admiration. When, however, he had lis¬ tened to her for above an hour without opening his lips, she began to suspect the cause of his silence, and put to him such direct questions that he could not help answering. Alas, for the visitor ! his answers were extremely silly! Madame de Stael, vexed at having thrown away her time and her wit, turned to her friend and said : “ Indeed, sir, you are like my gardener, who thought to do me a pleasure by bringing SCARLET GERANIUM. 205 me this morning a pot of Geranium: but I can tell you that I made him take hack the flower; desiring him not to let me see it any more.” “ And why so ?” asked the young man, in asto¬ nishment. “ It was, since you wish to know, because the Geranium is a beautiful scarlet flower; while you look at it, it pleases the eye; hut when you press it ever so slightly, it gives out a disagreeable smell.” With these words, Madame de Stael rose and went out of the room, leaving, you may he sure, the cheeks of the young fool as red as his coat or the flower to which he had just been likened. Among the cultivated varieties of the Gera¬ nium there are, however, some which have a very agreeable scent, and whose flowers exhibit many diversities of colour. It is also found in a wild state under the names of Crane’s Bill and Herb Robert. The following poetic tri¬ bute has been paid to it by the latter appella¬ tion :— I will not sing the mossy rose, The jasmine sweet, or lily fair, The tints the rich carnation shews, The stock’s sweet scent that fills the air. T 206 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Full many a bard has sung their praise In metre smooth, and polished line; A simple flower and humbler lays May best befit a pen like mine. There is a small but lovely flower. With crimson star and calyx brown. On pathway side, beneath the bower, By Nature’s hand profusely strown. Inquire you when this flowret springs ?— When Nature wakes to mirth and love. When all her fragrance summer flings, When latest autumn chilis the grove. Like the sweet bird whose name it bears, ’Midst falling leaves and fading flowers. The passing traveller it cheers, In shorten’d days and darksome hours. And, should you ask me where it blows, I answer, on the mountains bare, High on the tufted rock it grows, In lonely glens or meadows fair. It blooms amidst those flowery dales Where winding Aire pursues its course; It smiles upon the craggy fells That rise around its lofty source. There are its rosy petals shewn, ’Midst curious forms and mosses rare. Imbedded in the dark grey stone. When not another flower is there. SCARLET GERANIUM. 207 Oh ! emblem of that stedfast mind, Which, through the varying scenes of life By genuine piety refined, Holds on its way ’midst noise and strife. Though dark the impending tempest lour, The path of duty it espies, Calm ’midst the whirlwind and the shower. Thankful when brighter hours arise. Oh ! could our darken’d minds discern In thy sweet form this lesson plain. Could we it practically learn. Herb Robert would not bloom in vain. At Rome, the leaf of the Geranium is em¬ ployed in a favourite game or amusement, which is called Far il Verde. The time chosen for it is the beginning of spring, when the trees and the fields put on their new liveries. A gentle¬ man and lady then agree upon a Verde, and determine the duration of the game and the forfeits to he paid. Both parties have now to take care that they are constantly provided, both at home and abroad, with a fresh Gera¬ nium leaf. On meeting one another, the ques¬ tion is, Avede il Verde? succeeded by the chal¬ lenge, Fatte vadere il Verde, or Fatte il Verde. The person so addressed must immediately shew 208 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. the Geranium leaf, and, as a sign that it is fresh, rub it against a wall, or anything upon which it can leave a mark. If it fails to make a green spot, or if the party has left it at home, he must either pay the specified penalty, or pledge himself to do so. Thus, too, this en¬ gagement gives each a right to enter without ceremony the apartment of the other, to rub his green leaf against the wall, and to put his playmate to the same test. The game generally lasts for some weeks, and is more common among the higher classes than the lower. It presupposes an intimate acquaintance between the parties, or is designed to produce one. An engagement of this kind, therefore, cannot well be concluded with an unmarried lady without the consent of her parents, and, as it is often a prelude to marriage, it is not decorous for a single lady to offer the challenge. The penalties are determined by the more or less intimate footing upon which the parties stand ; in some cases they are kisses, in others sweetmeats or sonnets. Sometimes the person who has most pledges to redeem gives, at the conclusion of the game, a ball or supper. The progress of SCARLET GERANIUM. 209 the game furnishes occasion for many a sly trick ; one of the parties secretly stealing the other’s leaf, and then demanding proof that he has it; and sometimes also it is purposely dropped, when the penalty to he paid is not too severe. 210 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. CYPRESS. MOURNING. The Cypress is the emblem of mourning. Shakspeare. According to Ovid, the Cypress derived its name from Cyparissos, an especial friend of Apollo’s, who, in grief at having inadvertently killed a favourite stag of his, prayed the gods that his mourning might he made perpetual, and was changed into a Cypress tree, the branches of which were thenceforward used at funerals. Wherever these trees meet our viesv, their doleful look excites melancholy ideas. Their tall pyramids, pointing to the sky, moan when shaken by the wind. The sun’s rays cannot penetrate through their gloom, and when his last beams throw their long shadows upon the ground, you would almost take them for dark phantoms. Sometimes the Cypress raises its head among the flowery tenants of our shrub- CYPRESS. 211 beries, like those representations of death which the Romans were accustomed to shew to their guests even amid the transports of boisterous mirth. The ancients consecrated the Cypress to the Fates, the Furies, and Pluto. They placed it near tombs. The people of the East have re¬ tained the same custom. Their cemeteries are not scenes of desolation and neglect. Covered with trees and flowers, they are places of public resort, which are continually bringing together the living and the dead. The favourite tree for burial-grounds is the Cypress, which the Turks plant not only at the head and foot, but also upon the graves of deceased friends. Such, indeed, is their reverence for the dead, that they frequent the cemeteries more than the mosques themselves, for the purpose of prayer and religious meditation. There are many pious Mussulmans who do not suffer a day to pass without praying at the grave of their parents, children, relatives, or friends. You may see at every hour of the day and even of the night some person or other either watering or planting fragrant shrubs and flowers in these abodes of peace. 2L2 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. The common European evergreen Cypress is a very long-lived tree, and attains to a great size. According to Pliny, there were Cypress trees growing in his time at Rome, which were more ancient than the city itself. Bartholdy makes mention of one at Misitra, which was thirty feet in circumference. The American species, one of the largest trees in the United States, is sometimes found of the same girth, and seventy feet high: its branches extend almost horizontally. The wood of the Cypress is remarkable for „ its durability. Many of the chests containing the Egyptian mummies are of this material, affording a decisive proof of its almost imperish¬ able nature. We are further assured that the gates of St. Paul’s Church at Rome, made of Cypress wood, which had lasted from the time of Constantine, eleven hundred years, were as fresh as new when Pope Eugenius IV. ordered gates of brass to be erected in their stead. MARVEL OF PERU. 213 MARVEL Of PERU. TIMIDITY. This beautiful plant was first brought to Spain from Peru, and received its name from the wonderful diversity of colours in the flowers on the same root, Changing from the splendid rose To the pale violet’s dejected hue. Akenside. The French call it Jielle de Nuit, because its flowers, apparently too timid to expand, even to a European meridian sun, open and give out their fragrance at night only. The Marvel of Peru retains its beauty for a great length of time, being frequently covered with blossoms from the beginning of July to the end of October, and the flowers are so numerous that the plants have a most cheerful appearance, particularly towards evening, as they rarely expand in warm weather before the hour of four in the afternoon, on which account 214 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. it is sometimes called Four-o’clock Flower. But, when the weather is moderately cool, and the sun obscured, these shy blossoms remain open the whole day. Phillips remarks that, however timid these flowers may appear in the presence of the god of day, they stand the blaze of the strongest artificial light as cheerfully as other belles who delight to shine at the same hour with this emblem of timidity. We cannot resist the temptation of quoting here an exquisite little poem by Mrs. Hemans, on “ Night-scented Flowers,” which originally appeared in the Forget Me Not. “ Call back your odours, lonely flowers. From the night-wind call them back; And fold your leaves till the laughing hours Come forth in the sunbeam’s track. “ The lark lies couched in her grassy nest. And the honey-bee is gone j And all bright things are away to rest— Why watch ye here alone ?” “ Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom, When the stars give quiet light; And let us offer our faint perfume On the silent shrine of night. MARVEL OF PERU. 215 “ Call it not wasted the scent we lend To the breeze when no step is nigh : Oh! thus for ever the earth should send Her grateful breath on high ! “ And love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers, Of hopes unto sorrows given. That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, Looking alone to Heaven.” 216 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. OAK. HOSPITALITY. The ancients believed that the Oak, coeval with the earth, afforded food and shelter to the first of men. In the remotest antiquity, it was the symbol of majesty and strength, and, as such, sacred to Jupiter, whom it sheltered at his birth, on Mount Lyceus in Arcadia. Among the Greeks, the Oak performed an important part in their religious ceremonies. The Oaks in the grove of Dodona in Epirus, near the magnificent temple of Jupiter, gave forth the oracles which were there promulgated by the priestesses. On the banks of the Ache- lous grew those Oaks whose acorns were the first food of mortals. The Dodonean Jupiter, the Fates, and Hecate, were crowned with Oak- wreaths; and the heroes who sailed in the Argo chose for the mast of that vessel an Oak from the sacred grove of Dodona, which con¬ tinued to counsel the adventurers by oracular OAK. 217 intimations. As the oak was an object of such reverence, it is no wonder that the gods, who were entertained by Philemon, (see the Linden Tree,) conceived that they could not confer on him a more suitable recompence than to trans¬ form him into an Oak-tree, that was to over¬ shadow the temple of Jupiter, into which his hut was changed. Hence this tree became the emblem of hospitality. Among the Romans, various kinds of crowns were given as rewards of military achievements. The most honourable of these, a wreath of green Oak, called the civic crown, was allotted to him who had saved the life of a Roman citizen in battle. It was also decreed to Cicero for detect¬ ing Catiline’s conspiracy. Scipio Africanus re¬ fused the civic crown for saving the life of his father at the battle of Trebia, on the ground that the act carried with it its own reward. The possessor of such a crown had a right to wear it constantly: when he entered an assembly, all present, senators themselves not excepted, were obliged to rise; and he was exempt from every kind of civil burdens and imposts. Divine honours were paid to the Oak by the 218 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. ancient Germans and Celts, who worshipped under its form their god Teut. Their priests, the Druids, offered sacrifices beneath it; their victims were crowned with Oak-leaves, and it was requisite that the piles of wood on which they were burned should he lighted with brands of Oak. By modem Britain the Oak, as furnishing the material of which our fleets are constructed, has justly been adopted as the emblem of her naval power—that power of which the first of our living poets proudly says :— Britannia needs no bulwarks. No towers along the steep ; Her march is on the mountain wave. Her home is on the deep. Though our dusky forests are no longer the haunts of Hamadryads and fairies, still the aspect of a majestic Oak excites admiration and awe. When, in youthful vigour, it rears its proud head and spreads its immense arms, it looks like a protector, like a king. Shattered by the thunderbolt, stripped of its foliage, and motionless, it resembles an old man who has lived past his time, and who takes no interest OAK, 219 in the pains and pleasures of the present age. The stormy winds sometimes strive for the mastery over this monarch of the forest; at first he murmurs only, hut soon a dull, deep, melan¬ choly sound issues from his sturdy branches. You listen and fancy that you hear an indistinct, mysterious voice speaking from the tree; which furnishes a clue to the ancient superstitions that prevailed respecting it. 220 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. AMARAN TH, IMMORTALITY. The unfading nature of this flower has caused it to he made the emblem of immortality. It is mentioned by Milton as forming the diadem of the angels:— With solemn adoration down they cast Their crowns, inwove with amaranth and gold— Immortal Amaranth, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life. Began to bloom, but soon, for man’s offence. To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows And flowers aloft, shading the font of life. And where the river of bliss, through midst of heaven, Rolls o’er Elysian flowers her amber stream : With these that never fade, the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks in wreath’d with beams. Tlie Amaranth has also been placed among funereal flowers. Homer describes the Thes¬ salians as wearing crowns of Amaranth at the funeral of Achilles. AMARANTH. 221 Sacl Amaranthus, in whose purple gore Meseems I see Amintas’ wretched fate, To whom sweet poets’ verse hath given endless date. Spenser. Milton, too, in his Lycidas, classes it among the flowers “ that sad embroidery wear— Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. In modern times, the Amaranth has given its name to an order instituted by Queen Christina of Sweden, in the year 1633, at an entertain¬ ment given in honour of Don Antonio Pimen¬ tel, the Spanish ambassador. On this occasion she appeared in a dress covered with diamonds, attended by a suite of sixteen nobles of her court and the same number of ladies. At the conclusion of the ball, she stripped herself of the diamonds, and distributed them among the company, at the same time presenting the new order of knighthood, consisting of a rib¬ bon and medal, with an Amaranth in enamel, encircled with the motto: “ Uolce nella mc- moria.” 222 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. In the Floral games at Toulouse, the prin¬ cipal prize was a golden Amaranth for the best lyric composition. The species of Amaranth called Tricolor, a native of the East Indies, is admired on account of the variegated colours of its leaves, resem¬ bling, as Gerard tells us, the splendid feathers of a parrot, with its stripes of red, yellow, white, green, &c. The Amaranthus hypochondriacus, one of the American species, is better known by the name of Prince’s Feather. The leaves of most of the species of this plant are used in hot countries as culinary vegetables: but they are not equal to spinach, which they somewhat resemble. PARSLEY. 223 PARSLEY. FESTIVITY. Parsley was held in high repute by the Greeks. At banquets they hound their brows with its slight sprigs, and also adorned with them the graves of their deceased relatives. In the Isthmian games at Rome the victors were crowned with Parsley. It was formerly imagined that this plant came originally from Sardinia, because that island is represented on ancient medals as a female, beside whom is a vase con¬ taining a bunch of Parsley ; but it is in fact a native of all the damp and shady spots in Greece and even of the southern provinces of France. From the beautiful green of this plant, it forms an elegant decoration to the dishes which are garnished with it. It adds a luxury to the poor man’s soup-kettle, and contributes to the elegance of the most splendid dinners. A branch of laurel and a Parsley crown are the 224 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. attributes which would now-a-days suit the god of banquets. These plants have been employed for nobler purposes ; but, in the age of gas¬ tronomy, it will not do to insist too strongly on what was done in the heroic ages. ■WINTER. 225 WINTER. And welcome art thou, melancholy time, That now surround’st my dwelling—with the sound Of winds that rush in darkness—the sublime Roar of drear woods. W. Howitt. No mark of vegetable life is seen, No bird to bird repeats his tuneful call. Save the dark leaves of some rude evergreen, Save the lone redbreast on the moss-grown wall. Scott. A wreath for merry Christmas quickly twine, A wreath for the bright red sparkling wine ; Though roses are dead. And their bloom is fled. Yet for Christmas a bonnie, bonnie wreath we’ll twine. Away to the wood where the bright holly grows, And its red berries blush amid winter snows : Away to the ruin where the green ivy clings And around the dark fane its verdure flings; Hey for the ivy and holly so bright, They are the garlands for Christmas night 1 Louisa Anne Twajilev. 22 G LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. DEAD LEAVES. SADNESS—MELANCHOLY. Winter comes on. The trees, after being stripped of their fruit, have now lost their leaves. The sun, as he recedes from us, throws dun or melancholy tints over the foliage. The poplar is covered with a pale gold colour, while the acacia rolls up its light folioles, which the sun’s rays will no more expand: the birch droops its long hair, already deprived of orna¬ ments ; and the fir, which is destined to retain its green pyramid, waves it proudly in the air. The oak stands immoveable: he defies the utmost efforts of the wind, which cannot strip his stately head of its honours : and it is only to Spring that the monarch of the woods will yield his leaves reddened by Winter. All these trees might be supposed to be moved by different passions: one bows pro¬ foundly, as if to pay homage to its neighbour, whom the tempest cannot bend; another seems BEAD LEAVES. 227 to be striving to embrace its companion, the supporter of its weakness, and, while their branches are commingled, a third dashes about in every direction, as if it were surrounded by enemies. Respect, friendship, hate, anger, seem to be alternately communicated by one to an¬ other. Thus shaken by all the winds, and as if agitated by all the passions, they utter long moans, resembling the confused murmurs of an alarmed people. There is no predominant voice: they are low, deep, monotonous sounds, which throw the mind into a vague reverie. Showers of dead leaves frequently fall upon the ground, deprived of its verdure, and cover the earth with a moving garment. The eye cannot help watching how the winds pursue, scatter, whirl, and drive hither and thither, these sad remains of a spring that will never return. LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 228 ALOE. GRIEF. The Aloe is attached to the soil by very feeble roots; it delights to grow in the wilder¬ ness ; its taste is extremely hitter. Thus grief detaches us from the earth, separates us from the world, and fills our hearts with bitterness. These plants live almost entirely on air, and assume singular and grotesque shapes. Le Vaillant found several species in great pro¬ fusion in the deserts of the Namaquas, in South Africa. Some had leaves six feet long; they are thick, and armed with long spines; from the centre of these leaves shoots up a slender stem, as tall as a tree, and covered with flowers. Others are marbled, and look like snakes creep¬ ing upon the ground. Brydone saw the ancient city of Syracuse overgrown with large Aloes in blossom ; their elegant stems gave to the pro¬ montory on which it stands the appearance of an enchanted wood. These magnificent and ALOE. 229 monstrous plants have been given to barbarous Africa: they grow upon rocks, in dry sand, amidst a burning atmosphere, breathed by lions and tigers. Let us be thankful to bounteous Nature, who in our mild climate has every where raised bowers of verdure over our heads, and spread carpets of daisies, primroses, and violets under our feet! x 230 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. IVY. FRIENDSHIP. Friendship has sometimes chosen for its device a fallen tree, firmly embraced by the ver¬ dant arms of the Ivy, with this motto : “ No¬ thing can part us.” In Greece the altar of Hymen was encircled with Ivy, and a branch of it was presented to the new-married couple, as a symbol of the indissoluble knot. It was sacred to Bacchus, who is represented crowned with Ivy-leaves, as well as those of the vine. It formed the crown of the Greek and Roman poets ; and, in modern times, woman’s love, constancy, and dependence, have been expressed by it. Ingratitude has sometimes been represented by the Ivy strangling its supporting benefactor. This calumny has been repelled by the author of the “ Studies of Nature,” who regards it as the model of pure friendship. “ Nothing,” says he, “ can separate it from the tree which it has once embraced: it clothes it with its own IVY. 231 leaves in that inclement season when its dark houghs are covered with hoar-frost. The faithful companion of its destiny, it falls when the tree is cut down: death itself does not relax its grasp, and it continues to adorn with its verdure the dry trunk which once supported it.” These ideas, equally refined and pathetic, have the additional merit of truth. The Ivy is attached to the earth by its own roots, and de¬ rives no nourishment from the substances to which it clings. The protector of ruins, it adorns the dilapidated walls which it holds to¬ gether : it will not accept every kind of support, but its attachments end only with its life. 232 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. MISTLETOE. I SURMOUNT ALL DIFFICULTIES. The Mistletoe is a creeping plant, which grows on the tops of the tallest trees. The proud oak is its slave, and nourishes it with his own substance. The Druids paid a kind of adoration to it, as the emblem of a weakness that was superior to strength : they regarded the tyrant of the oak as equally formidable to men and gods. This opinion was founded on the following fable of their mythology. One day, Balder told his mother Friga that he dreamt he was dying. Friga charmed fire, metals, diseases, water, and animals, that they might not have power to harm her son ; and her spells were so powerful that nothing could resist them. Balder, therefore, mingled fear¬ lessly in the battles of the gods. Loke, his enemy, wished to ascertain how it was that he always escaped unhurt. Assuming the form of MISTLETOE. 233 an old woman, he repaired to Friga. “ In battle,” said he to her, “arrows, javelins, and rocks, fall upon your son Balder, without doing him any harm.”—“ I know it,” said Friga: “ all those things have sworn not to hurt him ; there is nothing in nature from which I have not obtained the same promise, except a plant which seemed too weak to do him any injury: it grows upon the bark of the oak, and it is called Mistletoe.” Thus spake Friga. Loke instantly went in quest of the plant, and, re¬ turning to the assembled gods, who were fighting with the invulnerable Balder, for their sports are battles, he went up to the blind Heder. “ Why,” said he, “ dost not thou launch thy darts against Balder ?”—“ Alas!” replied He¬ der, “ I am blind, and I have no weapons.” Loke gave him a dart made of Mistletoe, saying, “ Balder is right before thee.” The blind He¬ der threw the dart, which pierced Balder, who fell lifeless. Thus the invulnerable son of a goddess was killed by a dart made of Mistletoe, thrown by a blind man. Such is the origin of the respect paid by the Gauls to this parasite shrub. 234 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. It is scarcely necessary to remind the reader of the important part still performed hy the Mistletoe in our Christmas gambols. MOSS. 235 MOSS. MATERNAL LOVE. Jean Jaques Rousseau, so long tormented by his own passions, and persecuted by those of other persons, soothed the latter years of his life by the study of nature : the Mosses in par¬ ticular engaged his attention. It is these, he would frequently say, that give a look of youth and freshness to our fields; they embellish nature at the moment when the flowers have left us, and when their withered stems are mingled with the mould of our plains. In fact, it is in winter that the Mosses offer to the eye of the botanist their carpet of emerald green, their secret nuptials, and the charming myste¬ ries of the urns and amphorae which enclose their posterity. Like those friends whom neither adversity nor ingratitude can alienate, the Mosses, ba¬ nished from cultivated lands, take possession of waste and sterile spots, which they cover with their own substance, and gradually change into LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 236 a fertile soil: they spread themselves over marshes, and soon transform them into smiling plains. In winter, when no other plants vege¬ tate, they take up the hydrogen and the carbon which vitiate the air we breathe, and give it back to us charged with the oxygen which purifies it. In summer, they form, beneath overarching trees, carpets on which the shep¬ herd, the lover, and the poet, alike delight to rest. The little birds line with it the nests which they prepare for their infant families, and the squirrel constructs with it his circular dwelling. Nay, it may be asserted that but for the Mosses, part of our globe would be un¬ inhabitable. At the extremity of the earth, the Lapland¬ ers cover with Moss the subterraneous abodes, where, collected in families, they defy the longest and severest winters. Their numerous herds of reindeer have no other food, yet they supply their owners with delicious milk, nutri¬ tious flesh, and warm clothing ; thus combining for the poor Laplander all the advantages that we derive from the cow, the horse, and the sheep. aioss. 237 Thus Nature dispenses her bounty in the most rigorous climates: she enwraps in Moss all that vegetates and all that breathes, as in a vegetable fleece, capable of preserving her less gifted children from the effects of the intense cold, and keeping them warm upon her maternal bosom. 238 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. I. A IT IIU S T I N U S. I DIE IF NEGLECTED. This pretty plant, which is the gift of Spain, is the ornament of our shrubberies in winter, appearing in full leaf and flower at a time when other plants are stripped of theirs. Neither the scorching breath of summer nor the cold blast of winter can despoil it of its charms : at the same time, assiduous care is necessary to preserve it. The emblem of constant and deli¬ cate friendship, it always seeks to please, but dies if neglected. CORNEL CHERRY-TREE. 239 CORNEL CHERRY-TREE. DURABILITY. The Cornel Cherry-tree grows no higher than eighteen or twenty feet. It is of very slow growth, hut lives for ages. It blossoms in spring, hut its bright scarlet berries are not ripe till winter. The Greeks consecrated this tree to Apollo, no doubt because that god presided over the productions of the mind, which require much time and reflection—a charming emblem, in¬ timating to those who were desirous to culti¬ vate letters, eloquence, and poetry, that, before they can earn the laurel crown, they must long wear that of patience and meditation. After Romulus had marked out the bounds of his rising city, he threw his javelin on the Mount Palatine. The -weapon, made of the wood of the Cornel Cherry-tree, stuck fast in the ground, took root, grew, threw out leaves 240 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. and branches, and became a tree. This pro¬ digy was considered as the happy presage of the power and duration of the infant empire. LAUREL. 241 LAUREL. GLORY. The Greeks and the Romans consecrated Laurel crowns to every species of Glory. "W itli these they adorned the brows of warriors and poets, of orators and philosophers, of vestals and emperors. This beautiful shrub grows abundantly at Delphi, on the hanks of the river Peneus. There its aromatic and evergreen branches shoot up to the height of the loftiest trees ; and it is alleged that by means of some secret virtue they avert lightning from the spots which they adorn. According to ancient fable, the fair Daphne was the daughter of the river Peneus. Apollo fell in love with her, hut she, preferring virtue to the love of the most eloquent of the gods, fled in order to avoid the seducing magic of his words. Apollo pursued, and was on the point of overtaking her, when the nymph invoked her father, and was changed into a Laurel. The god, finding that it was an insensible tree Y 242 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. that he held clasped in his arms, kissed its bright leaves. “ Since thou canst not he my spouse,” said he, “ thou shalt at least he my tree. Thou shalt ever adorn my brow, my lyre, and my quiver; and, as golden locks always cluster around my youthful head, so shalt thou always retain thy bright, beautiful foliage.” Thenceforward the Laurel was sacred to Apollo. HOLLY. 243 HOLLY. FORESIGHT. The providence of Nature is most admirably displayed in this beautiful evergreen tree, some¬ times rising to the height of twenty or thirty feet, with shining prickly leaves and white flow¬ ers, which grow in clusters round the branches, and are succeeded by berries of a bright scarlet colour, containing four very hard seeds. The leaves form a grateful food to many animals: but Nature has armed them for self-defence against these depredators with sharp prickles: and it is curious to observe that the thorny leaves grow only on the lower parts of the tree where they are most likely to be destroyed; and that those above, out of the reach of cattle, invest themselves with smooth leaves, as if conscious that there they are safe. The Holly is an ornament to our woods, stripped bare by winter: its berries serve for food to the little birds that never leave us, and 244 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. its foliage affords them an hospitable shelter during the cold season. Thus Nature, by a kind forethought, has taken care to preserve the verdure of this handsome tree all the year round, and to arm it with thorns, that it may furnish both food and protection to the innocent creatures which resort to it for refuge. It is a friend, which her all-powerful hand raises up for them against the time when all other reli¬ ance fails. As, however, this is not a world of unmixed good, it may be added that, from the bark of the common Holly, when fermented and washed from the woody fibres, is made the bird-lime that is used for catching small birds. The Holly, with its scarlet berries, is the most beautiful of the evergreens that have been used for ages to adorn churches and houses at the joyful season of Christmas : Christmas, the joyous period of the year ! Now with bright Holly ah the temples strow. With laurel green, and sacred mistletoe. Gay. With Holly and ivy, So green and so gay, We deck up our houses As fresh as the day j HOLLY. 245 With bays and rosemary. And laurel complete. And every one now Is a king in conceit. Poor Robin’s Almanac, 10Q5. 246 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. YEW. SORROW. There is in vegetables something that in¬ vites, attracts, or repels. The Yew is among all nations the emblem of sorrow. Its barkless trunk, its dark-green foliage, with which its fruit, looking like drops of blood, stands in harsh contrast—in short, everything about it warns the passenger to keep aloof from its dan¬ gerous shade. Persons who sleep under a Yew-tree are liable to be seized with dizziness, heaviness, and violent head-ache. Its sprays poison asses and horses which eat them: its juice is pernicious to man; but the fruit is harmless, for children eat it without experi¬ encing any ill effects. It exhausts the soil which supports it, and destroys all other plants that spring up beneath it. By our ancestors, the Yew was planted in burial-grounds, where trees of this kind, of great age and size, may occasionally be seen to YEW. 247 tliis day. They were not destined merely to overshadow the graves of the dead, hut, before the invention of fire-arms, their wood was chiefly employed for making hows, cross-bows, and arrows. The ancient Greeks used it for the same purposes. For a long time it served to adorn our gar¬ dens, where it formed hedges clipped into the shape of massive walls or tortured into fantastic figures; hut, thanks to the improved taste in landscape-gardening introduced during the last century, that barbarous perversion of nature is quite exploded in this country, though it may yet be met with in the formal gardens of Hol¬ land. There, it is not uncommon to see the four corners of a perfect square ornamented with Yews, clipped into the form of vases, py¬ ramids, or prodigious balls. The Greeks, who had more just ideas of the real beauties of Nature, impressed, like our¬ selves, with the melancholy aspect of this tree, invented the fable of the unhappy Smilax, who, seeing that her love was rejected by the young Crocus, was transformed into a Yew. In their beautiful country, every plant, every tree, spoke 248 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. to men of heroes, of gods, and of love. Let us listen to their voices : to us, too, they will talk of Providence, who, after bestowing a profusion of them for the supply of our wants, reserves some for our pleasures, or as monitors for our guidance. Some she gives to be the playthings of our childhood, to form wreaths for us in youth, to afford us delicious fruits and refreshing shade in every period of life. Are we melancholy, the willow invites us by soft murmurs; are we dis¬ posed to love, the myrtle offers us its flowers ; are we rich, the horse-chesnut furnishes its superb umbrage; are we sorrowful, the Yew- seems to say to us : “ Be of good cheer ; grief desolates the heart, as I desolate the soil that supports me : it is as dangerous to man as my shade is to the weary passenger!” HAZEL. 249 HAZEL. PEACE, RECONCILIATION. There was a time when men were not united by any tie. Deaf to the voice of Nature, the mother would snatch from her famished son the wild fruit with which he was striving to appease the craving of hunger. If calamity reconciled them for a moment, all at once the sight of an oak loaded with acorns, or a beech-tree covered with mast, made them as hitter enemies as ever. The earth was then a scene of misery. There was neither law, religion, nor language. Man knew not his high prerogatives; his rea¬ son was not yet awakened; and frequently he proved himself more cruel than the ferocious beasts, whose fearful howlings he imitated. The gods at length took pity on men. Apollo and Mercury made presents to each other, and descended to the earth. The god of harmony received from the son of Maia the shell of a tortoise, out of which he had constructed a lyre, 250 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. and gave him in exchange a Hazel stick, which had the power of imparting a love of virtue and of reconciling hearts divided by envy and hate. Thus equipped, the two sons of Jupiter sought the abodes of mortals. Apollo first sang the eternal wisdom which created the universe : he told how the elements were produced; how love unites all the parts of nature in one general bond; and, lastly, how men ought to appease by prayer the wrath of the gods. At his voice animosities were suspended, and revenge was banished from every heart. Mercury then touched men with the rod which Apollo had given to him. He loosed their tongues, and taught them to express their thoughts in words. He then explained to them that union consti¬ tutes strength, and that, without mutually assisting each other, they could not render the earth productive. Awakened by his exhort¬ ations, filial piety and love of country sprang forth to unite mankind, and he made commerce the general bond of the world. His last thought was the most sublime, for it was devoted to the gods: he taught men to resemble them in uni¬ versal love and beneficence. HAZEL. 251 Adorned with two light wings, and entwined with serpents, the Hazel rod given to the god of eloquence by the god of harmony is still, by the name of caduceus, the emblem of peace, commerce, and reconciliation. 252 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. JUNIPER. PROTECTION. The ancients consecrated this shrub to the Furies. The smoke of its green roots was the incense which they offered in preference to the infernal gods; and they burned its berries during funerals to ban malign influences. In some parts of the Continent, the simple -villager still believes that the perfume of Juniper berries purifies the air, and drives evil spirits from his Humble cot. The Juniper, which sometimes clothes itself m a golden yellow livery, rarely thrives under cultivation; when left at liberty, it loves to grow on the margin of woods. Weak and timorous animals frequently seek refuge under its long branches, which droop to the ground. The hare, when hard pressed, repairs to it, and squats with confidence beneath its sprays, the strong scent of which frequently sets the dogs at fault. Often, too, the thrush entrusts to it JUNIPER. 253 her young brood, and feeds upon its fruit: -while the entomologist comes to study, around its branches bristling with spikes, a thousand re¬ splendent insects, which have no other defence, and seem conscious that this shrub is destined to protect their weakness. 254 ILLUSTRATION OF FLOWER-WRITING. The annexed plate furnishes an example of the facility with which the principles laid down in the preceding pages may he reduced to prac¬ tice. The subject is taken from the following song, by a French poet, the Chevalier Parny : Aimer est un plaisir charmant, C’est un bonheur qui nous enivre, Et qui produit l’enchantement. Avoir aim<5, c’est ne plus vivre; Hdlas ! c’est avoir achete Cette accablante v£ritd, Que les sermens sont un mensonge, Que l’amour trompe t6t ou tard, Que l’innocence n’est qu’un art, Et que le bonheur n’est qu’un songe. It may he thus rendered : “ To love is a pleasure, a happiness, which intoxicates: to love no longer, is to live no longer ; it is to have bought this sad truth, that innocence is falsehood, that love is an art, and that happiness is a dream.” z ee/cor e rrt /eJ so-it a /aMe/uwa / 'ots-ts a*'/?/ a/cY tzru/ /utyyit /t eJ-J er tiieti./n HiblisheJ. ty Saunders S : fltiey. Conduit Street. s 255 DICTIONARY OF THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS, WITH THE ORIGIN OF THEIR SIGNIFICATIONS. Absence, Wormwood. Absence, according to La Fontaine, is the worst of evils: Wormwood is the bitterest of plants. Its name, derived from the Greek, signifies, without sweetness. Accommodating Disposition, Valerian. Page 124 . Activity, Thyme. Page 91. Affection, Generous and Devoted, Honey¬ suckle. Page 99. After-Thought, China Aster. Page 181. The Aster begins to blow when other flowers are 256 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. scarce. It is like an after-thought of Flora’s, who smiles at leaving us. Agitation, Shaking Sainfoin. It has been re¬ marked that the terminating leaflet of this plant is motionless, while the two others, which are much smaller, shake incessantly during the day. This motion is one of the most singular phenomena of botany. It was first observed in Bengal by Lady Monson. Ambition, Hollyhock. Page 194. Amiableness, Jasmine. Page 126. Ardour, Broom. It is said that the spadix of the plants of this family, of which there are more than fifty species, acquires so strong a heat as to he painful to the hand when touched. This surprising fact is attested by several naturalists, and among others by Bory de Saint Vincent, and Hubert. Artifice, Clematis. Beggars, in order to ex¬ cite pity, make false ulcers on their flesh by means of the Clematis. This infamous arti¬ fice often produces in the end a real sore. Arts, The, Acanthus. Page 94. Attachment, Devoted, Peruvian Heliotrope. Page 186. DICTIONARY. 257 Beauty, Capricious, Musk Rose. The small flowers of the Musk Rose would he insignifi¬ cant if they did not grow in clusters of from twenty to one hundred and more. Their delicate musky scent is very agreeable. This plant, however, is extremely capricious : all at once it will languish in situations which at first appeared the most favourable for it: and one year it will he loaded with flowers, while the next perhaps it will have none at all. __Ever New. The Monthly Rose, which flowers all the year. _Fleeting, Withered Rose. When we contemplate a withered Rose, and reflect that only a few hours since it was revelling in all the pride of beauty, we cannot but regard it as an appropriate emblem of the fleeting nature of personal charms; for, brilliant as they may be, how quickly do they fade! Still, the withered rose, which, though in decay, retains its fragrance, may teach us that, even when beauty has fled, we may yet, like it, have it in our power to please. -Lasting, Stock. Page 143. z 2 258 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Beloved Daughter, Cinquefoil. In wet wea¬ ther the leaves of this plant contract and bend over the flower, forming, as it were, a little tent to cover it—an apt emblem of an affectionate mother engaged in protecting a beloved child. Beneficence, Mallow. Page 138. The Potatoe, the peculiar vegetable of the poor, is also re¬ garded as an emblem of beneficence. This root, lasting but for a year, escapes the mo- nopoly of trade. Modest as true charity, the potatoe hides its treasures : it bestows them on the rich, and feeds the poor with them. America presented us with this useful vege¬ table, which has for ever banished from Eu¬ rope one of the direst calamities—famine. Beware of Excess, Saffron. A weak infusion of Saffron cheers the spirits, but those who drink too much of this liquor go mad. It is the same with its odour: if you smell to it slightly, it refreshes; if to excess, it kills. Blackness, Ebony-tree. Pluto, the sovereign of the infernal regions, was seated on a throne of Ebony. It is said of a wicked man—he has a heart as black as Ebony. This saying DICTIONARY. 259 no doubt originated in this circumstance, that, while the alburnum of the Ebony-tree is white, its foliage soft and silvery, and its flowers brilliant and beautiful, the heart alone is really black. Bluntness, Borage, The leaves of Borage are prickly, hairy, and wrinkled ; but the whole of the plant is wholesome. Its good qualities make us endure and even forget its rough ap¬ pearance, which reminds us that bluntness is frequently accompanied by a good heart. Boldness, Larch. This tree grows upon the loftiest mountains, where it attains a pro¬ digious height. In the North, it is often covered with a species of lichen, which en¬ velopes it as with a thick fur. The rustics amuse themselves with setting fire to this singular clothing: it catches freely, and a light flame suddenly shoots up to the sky, sparkling and going out in a moment. You would imagine that these beautiful trees had been placed in those situations for the express purpose of exhibiting to the desert the asto¬ nishing spectacle of the most magnificent fireworks. 2G0 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. Calm Repose, Buck-bean. Page 93. Calumny, Madder. Madder stains red. When sheep have browsed this plant, their teeth look as if they were stained by the blood of some victim. Thus wickedness frequently takes advantage of deceitful appearances to calumniate innocence. Candour, White Violet. Candour precedes Modesty: it is a Violet still clothed in the colour of Innocence. Chastity, Sensitive Plant. Page 170. •-, Orange-flower. It is customary in some countries for brides to wear a wreath of Orange flowers; and it is still usual in the neighbourhood of Paris to deny this orna¬ ment on their wedding-day to females who have not preserved their chastity. Child-Birth, Dittany. When Juno presided at the birth of children, by the name of Lu- cina, she wore a crown of Dittany. The pleas¬ ing smell of this shrub, and the medicinal properties for which it was so famous among the ancients, cause it to be still held in esteem. It is a native of the island of Crete Childhood, Primrose. Page 31. DICTIONARY. 261 Confidence, Liverwort, or Hepatica. When the gardeners see the pretty flowers of the Hepatica, they say : “ The earth is in lore ; we may sow with confidence.” Consolation, Poppy. Page 161. --, Wild Poppy. The Wild Poppy contains in its scarlet bosom an invaluable soother of pain and sorrow. The ancients, who regarded Sleep as the healer of all woes, the great comforter of the world, gave him for his only ornament a wreath of Poppies. Constancy, Canterbury Bell. The stems of this plant frequently shoot up to the height of three or four feet, and are covered from bottom to top with large beautiful flowers, that open in July, and retain all their splendour till October. The colour of these blue bell-shaped flowers is that of constancy. Coquetry, Desire to Please, Mezereon. Page 30. -, Yellow Day Lily. Page 169. Courage, Black Poplar. This tree was conse¬ crated to Hercules. Cruelty, Nettle. The sting of the Nettle causes a pain like that from a burn. On ex- 262 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. amining the leaves of the Nettle with a microscope, you are surprised to see them covered with stiff, articulated, sharp-pointed bristles, which are so many conductors to a sharp burning liquid, enclosed in a bladder at the bottom of each. These hairs and blad¬ ders are exactly like the stings of bees. In the insect, as in the plant, it is the sharp humour which causes the pain. Cure, Bulm of Gilead. This exquisite balm, so justly esteemed by the ancients, seems to have been provided by nature to soothe pain: thus we often use the word balm in a moral and figurative sense, to express anything that allays and mitigates sorrow. Beneficent virtue and affectionate friendship are true balms, which heal the wounds of the heart, a thousand times more painful than any phy¬ sical evils. Curiosity, Sycamore. This tree is mentioned but once historically, and that is in the Bible. Zaccheus the publican mingled with the crowd on the day of our Saviour’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem, and, in order to obtain a better view of the Messiah, he climbed up DICTIONARY. 2G3 into a Sycamore-tree, which has thence been made the emblem of curiosity. Dangerous Pleasures, Tuberose. Page 184. Deceitful Charms, Thorn Apple. Page 153. Delicacy, Corn - bottle . The beautiful blue of this flow r er, which is like that of a cloudless sky, is the emblem of a tender and delicate affection, nourished by hope. Desire, Jonquil. The Jonquil, which came to us from Constantinople, is with the Turks the emblem of desire. Despair, Marigold and Cypress. Cypress is the emblem of death; the Marigold of sorrow. The combination of the two expresses despair. Dignity, Clove - tree . The aromatic Clove-tree is a native of the Molucca islands. The peo¬ ple of those islands wear its flowers, which we call cloves, as a mark of distinction. Discretion, Maiden Hair. Page 197. Disdain, Yellow Pink. As haughty people are in general unaccommodating and unamiable, so of all the pink tribe the yellow is the least beautiful, the least fragrant, and yet requires the most care. 2G4 LANGUAGE OF FLOATERS. Docility, Rush. It is a proverbial saying, as supple as a Rush. Do Me Justice, Cliesnut-tree. Chesnuts are enclosed, tivo, three, or four, together, in one green husk, armed Avith numerous spikes. Those Avho are not acquainted Avith the tree disregard the fruit on account of its rough appearance. Durability, Cornel Cherry-tree. Page 239. Elegance, Rose Acacia. The art of the toilet cannot produce anything fresher or more elegant than the attire of this pretty shruh. Its drooping branches, its gay green, its beau¬ tiful bunches of pink floivers, resembling bovrs of ribands, all give it the appearance of a fashionable female in her hall dress. Elevation, Fir-tree. The Fir delights in cold regions, and groivs there to a prodigious height. Eloquence, Lotas. The Egyptians consecrated the floAver of the Lotus to the Sun, the god of eloquence. This floAver closes and sinks into the Avater at sunset, rising from it and opening again as soon as the brilliant lumi- DICTIONARY. 265 nary re-appears above the horizon. It con¬ stitutes one of the ornaments of the head of Osiris. The Indian gods are frequently re¬ presented floating on the water upon a Lotus flower: perhaps an emblem of the earth issuing from the bosom of the deep. Enchantment, Vervain. Page 135. Envy, Bramble. The Bramble, like envy, creeps and strives to stifle every thing that comes near it. Error, Bee Orchis. The flowers of this plant so nearly resemble a small humble bee in shape and colour that they might easily be mistaken for that insect. Esteem, Sage. The common garden Sage has ever been held in great esteem by all domestic practitioners for its medicinal virtues. By the ancients it was supposed to possess the virtue of prolonging life : hence a line in one of their poets, which signifies : “ How can a man die in whose garden there grows Sage ?” Faith, Passion Flower. In the Passion Flower you find a representation of the crown of thorns, the scourge, the cross, the sponge, A A 2G6 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. the nails, and the five wounds of Christ; whence its name. Falsehood, Bugloss. Page 74. •-, Manchineel-tree. The fruit of the Manchineel-tree resembles an apple. This de¬ ceitful appearance, together with an agreeable smell, invites you to eat it: but its soft and spongy substance contains a milky and per¬ fidious juice, which at first appears insipid, but soon becomes so caustic as to burn at once the lips, the palate, and the tongue. All travellers agree in stating that the best re¬ medy for so violent a poison is sea-water. Luckily it is always at hand, as the tree grows invariably on the sea-shore. False Riches, Sunflower. Page 189. Festivity, Parsley. Page 223. Fidelity, Speedwell, or Veronica, formed from vera-icon, a compound of Latin and Greek, signifying true image. This derivation, illi¬ terate and barbarous as it is, has the sanction of the superstitious legend of St. Veronica, whose handkerchief is recorded to have re¬ ceived the impression of our Saviour’s face, as he used it in bearing his cross to the place of crucifixion. DICTIONARY. 267 Fidelity in Misfortune, Wallflower. Page 51. Finesse, Sweet-william. This plant, with its large brilliant bunches of blossoms, displays in all its parts exquisite beauty and delicacy. Fire, Fraxinella. When the day has been hot and dry, the Fraxinella emits an inflammable gas, which, being condensed by the cool evening air, forms around it an atmosphere that takes fire at the approach of a light, without injuring the plant. Flame, Flawer-de-Luce. The Flower-de-Luce, or Iris Germanica, is a plant which the pea¬ sants of Germany are fond of cultivating on the roofs of their cottages. When the wind waves its beautiful flowers, and the sun gilds their petals, tinged with gold, purple, and azure, it looks as if light flames were playing on the top of those rustic dwellings. Flattery, Venus’s Looking-glass. As soon as the sun sheds his golden rays upon our corn¬ fields, we see the bright purple flowers of a pretty variety of campanula scattered over them : hut, should clouds intercept his beams, the corollas of these flowers immediately close, 268 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. as at the approach of night. It is related that Venus one day dropped one of her mirrors. A shepherd picked it up ; hut, no sooner had he cast his eyes on this glass, which possessed the property of embellishing whatever it re¬ flected, than he forgot his mistress, and did nothing hut admire himself. Love, fearful of the consequences of such a silly error, broke the mirror, and changed its fragments into this pretty plant, which has ever since retained the name of Venus’s Looking-glass. Folly, Columbine. This graceful flower has been made the emblem of folly, but whether on account of the party-colour which it fre¬ quently takes in the garden, or in allusion to the shape of the nectary, which turns over, like the caps of the old jesters, or those which painters give to Folly, we are left to divine. Foresight, Holly. Page 243. Forgetfulness, Moonwort. This plant has not received its name from its seed, as it has been generally supposed, but from the partition which divides its broad, flat pods, and is round like the moon. Ren