The Conservative. (M'connelsville, Ohio) 1866-1871, 1871-03-03
About FloTers.

About Flowers.
From the New York Mall
1t is estimated that in New York and
Brooklyn the trade in "cut flowers
alone amounts annually to million, of
dollars; and the sale of plants to the
third of o million more. To supply
the vast and ceaseless demand, gath
erlngs are made from all the city green
houses, fiower-beds and hot-beds in the
suburbs, from Westchester county,
Staten Island, Long Island and New
Jersey, and frequently from Boston
and Philadelphia and even on grand
occasions, in exchange for similar favors,
from Chicago, Cleveland and st. Louis.
Newport furnishes us this winter with
many choice ferns and tea-roses; and
packed in cotton-like fine jewels, we
shall receive in their season the trailing
arbutus from the sweet-scented forests
of New England and magnolia buds,
orange blossoms and jessamine from
the Carolinas. And besides these ''cut
flowers,n there are plants from every
climate of the world brought here to
blossom; and varieties produced by as
si6sous cultivation, constantly renew
ing surprise until our city says like the
peri =
''Aiine are the gardens Of earth and sea,
And the stars themselves have flowers for me-"
Flowers, for different occasions are
differently arranged. At dinners they
are unobtrusive. At receptions and
evening parties the floral adornment is
more studied and profuse; while for
the dance-with its wildly gay music
and the hearts that beat in time to its
rythm-the flowers, "fresh plucked
and ripe with fragrance, aing themselves
delightfully."- everywhere-over the man.
tells, before the mirrors, branching and
clustering and lolling in the grace of a
delicious abandon. They throng in the
japonica bushes that veil the musi-
clans; they float in aerial globes
across the ceilings, and hover bird
like In the archways they give
themselves with inlpressement to
"the German" and climb the chan
deliers to turn and look down upon the
fitting beauties that pass to and fro
beneath them. And as the moments
quicken and the dance grows more
vivid, their bloom is a hectic glow,
their fragrance more languishing, and
they conspire with the music to weave
subtle network wherein to catch the
sighs and glances that after all will be
the keepsakes +" of the occasion.
FOR WEDDINGS
there has recently been an Innovation
upon the floral bell in an archway wo-
ven with colors corresponding to those
worn by the bridesmaids, and as a CEN
ter piece a dome or canopy in the form
of an orange -blossom-its petals made
entirely of these typical flowers and its
stamens golden with their miniature
fruits chosen for the bride.
FOR BURIALs.
The whitest of the white flowers seem
to have taken to their hearts the Wis
dom of Solomon, that declares: at is
better to go to the house of mourning
than to the house of feasting.n The
custom of burying our dead with flow
ers grows upon us, and every bereayed
friend sends such tokens to the house
of death. At the funeral of Miss H
there were four, and at the funeral of
Miss S. there we're six carriage-loads
of flowers
These pure, white fowersl The rich
have so many, the poor havea very few.
Are they passports to thy loving bosom,
dear Mother Earth2 Even as kind
words and thoughts-fowers of the
heart-are passports to the skiesl
FOR THE BOUQUET.
The favorite flowers Of the season for
the bouquet are tea-roses, lilies of the
valley and violets., Tea-roses bring
higher prices than ever before. Dur
ing the holidays the prlce at the green
houses for ordinary rose-buds was three
dollars dozen, and fine flower of the
Marechnl Mel, or Gloire de Dijon sells
for dollar. A beautiful rose is better
paid for its petals than many poet has
been for his Immortal lines"
AS GIFT.
The presentation of flowers is one of
the most refined modes of courtship !;
it bridges the gulf between love and
pride. The Lady of Lyons, who had
never yet dreamed of smiling on Claude
Melnotte, was lured nearer than she
knew to the net when she stopped to
breathe over his gift-'Who could
have sent me these beautiful flowers l'
"Truth," t" says the proyerb, Giles in
a WE'LL" and we all know with what
effort philosophers draw it out But
Just watch the well Love lies in; how
quickly, how lightly blue eyes have
drawn up Il faint from the marble
cistern of the lily, and fame" from the
rose.
OF the general effect upon the mascu-
line mind of moonlight, music, love,
and flowers" we have life long proofs
from the first crumpled motto that the
awkward schoolboy crushes daringly
into the scarcely opened hand" The
rose is red, the violet's blue; the pink
is sweet and so are you"-to the impas
stoned words of the poet that steal;
into the worlds heart
/ Here has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dearI
She is coming, my life, my fate
The red rose cries, " She is near, she is near ;"
And the white rose weeps, :" She is late;'
The larkspur listens, " / hear, I hear"
And the lily whispers. al wait !"
She Is coming, my dear, my sweeti
Were II ever so airy tread,
I Ny heart would hear her and beat;
Were it earth in an earthly bed,
I Nv dust would hear her and beat;
Had lain for . century dead
Would start and tremble under her feet
: And blossom IN purple and red lFAScHoS.
The Toughest Yarn Yet.