Litchfield enquirer., 1858-02-11

A great Queen once reigned, in whose gar deus bloomed the lovelest flowers from all parts of the world at every season of the year. But above all other bright and beautiful flowers she loved roses and therefore she possessed the greatest variety of these, from the wild hedge rose, with green, apple-scented leaves, to the most be- ~utisul rose of Provence They grew on the castle walls, twined round the pillars and over the easements of the corridors and sa- looms, and the roses varied in scent, form, and color.
 But care and sadness dwelt in that palace {: cans said she must die. "There is, however Bring to her the fairest rose in the world the one which is the expression of the highest and purest love,--if that comes before her eyes ere they close. she will not die." And the young and old came from all lands with roses the loyeliest that boomed in every garden, but none was the right one. The flower must be brought from the garden of love but what rose could be the expression of the highest, purest love
 And the poet sang of the farest rose of the world leach one named his own. And mes sengcrs were sent through all the country round, to every heart that beat with loye-to every rank, and every age.
 No one has yet named the flower" said the wise man. " No cue has shown the place from whence it springs in it's beauty. It is not ] one of the roses from the bier of Romeo and Juliet, or from Walturg's grave, though these i flowers will ever bloom in legends and songs 1 It is not one of the roses that bloomed forth from Winkereids blood-stained lance, from the holy blood which flowed in death from the breast of the hero from the fatherand though no death is swerter, no rose is redder than the blood which then flows. It is, also, uot that wonder-fower for the cultivation of which man gives his life away in years and days,-the magic rose of knowledge. know where it blooms P said happy mother, who came to the Qneen's couch with her tender babe, "I know where the farest rose in the world is to be fouud-the rose which is the expression of the highest, purest love. It blooms on the bushing cheeks of my sweet child, when it opens it's eyes refreshed by slumber, and smiles at me with its whole love-" 1 Lovely is that rose but there is yet a ! fairer cue, said the wise man. ] Yes, much fsirer one," said one of the women have seen it,-a holier rose i blooms not. But it was pale, like the petals 1 of the tea-rose. 1 saw it on the cheeks of the 1 Queen she had laid aside her royal crown, and was nursing her sick child in the long, sad night. She wcpt and kissed it, and prayed to God for it, as mother prays in tue hour of anguish"
 Holy and wonderful is the white rose of sadness in it's power; but it is not the one sought for"
 "No, I saw the fairest rose in the world be- fore the altar of the Lord," said the good old Bishop. l saw it shine as though an angels face had shone itself The young maiden went to the altar of the Lord, having renewed the VOW of her baptism an roses came aud went or her fresh cheeks. The young maiden knelt there :; she looked up to God, with her whole soul full of purity and love. That was the ex- pression of the purest, highest loRe'7
 Blessed is it." said tlle~Wise man [" but no one yet has named the farest rose ill the world"
 Then stepped child into the chamber, tht little son of the Queen. Tears stood in his eyes, and on his cheeks. He carried large closed book. hound in velvet, with large silvef clasps. " Mother !" said the little one, oh hear what have read l"
 1 Ind the child seated itself on the bed, and read out of the book, of Him who gave Him. self to die on the Cross, in order to save men, and even unborn generations Greater love is there not
 And a rose blush spread over the Queens cheeks her eyes became so bright, for she saw the fairest rose spring forth from the leaves of the book, tile likeness of the one which bloomed from the blood of Christ on the Cross
 e see it l" said she "They never die who look CD this rose, the fairest in the world ; I-From the German of Hans Christiaw An derson