True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-11-12
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From the Methodist frotestant'
THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.
Ali natural obi cts have
An echo in the heart. This flesh doth thrill,
And has connection by some unseen chain
With its original source and kindred SUBJ
stance.
Flowers have language which i is
we'll to learn. They plainly tell us that
the sweets and bitten Of this life are
q rangely blended They assure US, as
they. peep forth from among the thorns
and thistles," that many blessings are
mingled with the curses that have follow
ed the fall Of man. Each makes a sepa-
rate address, from the climbing trumpet
to the modest violet, and all direct their
language to the heart.
Balm speaks Of the pleasures OF social
intercourse, and reminds US that there is
such a thing as pause in the game OF
life, and an interchange Of affection and
tender attentions. It brings to mind the
family circle--fathef, mother, brothers,
sisters and friends--gathered around the
blazing hearth. 1t calls up early lessons
and youthful associations, and an almost
endless train of comforts and pleasurs
that have followed US through life.
Il Bay tells us Of undying love--that the
human heart is not all selGshness and in
constancy; while Box repeats the conSo-
ling language.
The Hawthorn is the emblem Of hea-
ven's brightboon to man, hope" Des-
,olate, indeed, would earth be il, when
clouds overspread the sky, hope did not
smile and waue her golden hair,
The Bell-aowsr speaks in grateful
tones, and assures US that kindness is
never lost, but will like the honey bee,
return laden with the sweets Of many
flowers. :,
On the China-aster need uot dwell.
Who that has loved does not appreciate
its consoling languagei "Your sentl'
ments meet with a return"
The red CIlrysanthemum breathes
forth one magical word--" Love" All,
che mysteries of that word the heart
alone can solve them. Who has not felt
its purifying influence! Who would ex-
change for worlds of gain the sweets it
mixes in morals otherwise bitter cup!
But its sister the yellow ChryGanthe'
mum, whispers in a plaintive tone, "A
hear, left to desolation." Ali, in how
many heaving bosoms have those words
a amournful echo! How many know the
misery Of blighted affections, and can
love this beautiful flower for its sympa'
thy. But to the desolste heart the Honey
suckle addresses words Of encouragement
"Strive with grief" Yes battle with the
storm, forsaken one, and live for duty
not for love, since the boon has been de-
MED you.
The beautiful bu. poisonous Laure
warns us of the deceits Of earth in these
words; "Oh what goodly outside
falsehood hath"
Nor is the Laurel the only flower which
warns Of danger. Does not the Sweet
william say, One may smile and be
villain" Lavender gently hints tha
'words though sweet may be deceptive
Alas =! too true ! We thank you gentl,
monitors, for your words of caution.
The green leaves Of the Locust poin
to better things, and while they tell u
"affection lives in better land" bid u
look beyond the gloomy portals of tn
grave for unfading joys.
The proud though beautiful. Dahlia, re
minds Us of one faithful heart, as it re
peats The parting words Of that loved one
Forever thine"
Thistle, the emblem Of misanihrophy
sadly whispers, 20 that the desert wer
my dwelling place "
Thyme speaks worlds of soberness, an
SAYS, "Less beautiful than some, br
mole estimable." Yes, modest fowe
your words are true--not all lovable OF
iects are beautiful.
Who does not love The violet, embleI
of"modesl virtue ?" All, what would OIL
earth be without the present interspertiO
of modest virtues How il shames vic
and causes even it to put on "good
outside"
We all love The Lilly Of the vale,
and almost sigh over its apparent sa
ness. 1t reminds US Of shrinking i
nocence, and heart withering in s
cret."
The Rose, queen Of flowers and er
blem of simplicity. says. "Let not yo
unsophisticated heart be corrupted by
tercourse with the world"
Bright flowers, we love you all !! a
often when weary of lfe's busy cares
wiIllurn to you TO stanch the blood
tborns Of earth have caused to flow fir
our hearts.
We learn lesson from your imPart
ity, gentle flowers, for the distribution
your favors you regard not class nor
iion. The king on his throne. and
peasant in his hut, may enjoy your
orance and beauties. You remind us
Of him who said, I" Behold the lille
the field"
"Ohlsfor soul to trace the saviours Po'
In each sweet form that decks the bloom
flower:
And as we wander such fair scenes anon
To make the rose Of Sharon all our song
Farewell, sweet flowers: the bligh
frosts Of winter will soon bury you in
cold frozen earth; the freezing snow
soon be your winding sheet, and the {
ling winds will mourn aplaintive d
over your lonely resting place; butsp
will come, and then we hope TO hail