The New Orleans daily Democrat., 1877-06-03
A BOTANICAL ROMANCE.
Language Of Flowers.
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It was In the spring, when .'the wan.
fancier of marshy places) another
water crest" "and Lille Rose and Sweet
William, leaving the hot-house. sought
In vernal wood retreat In violet, where
to their hearts ease they could take it
daisy In loving dahliance, and murmur
complaints Of those grim old crocus,
their poppies, who would have them
mary gold and live In mourning glory.
sBut no, Sweet William" said Lille
Rose, grasping the young bachelor g
button, II would not wed your rival
were he rich as q China Astor. You
have asked me to be yours, and l can
not refuchsia."
Acacia love me So" returned Sweet
William, gazing fondly ut her two lips,
so tempting he could not resist them ;
but became his lady's Upper; at which
she broke from his embrace, and be-
came scarlet runner.
"What a fernny girl you are you
must be wed, Rose" he cried, pursuing
and OBTAINING her.
.It was on account Of your infennal
impudence," she said.
"Why. you're a regular tiger. Lille,
be sighed; YOU should not be 80 prim,
Rose but there, thistle show my peni-
tCnOCs nO ttddDNly ADpGtbtluk taO OhChbC
and this time Lille Rose only turned
pink.
"You can have no idea, Lille, OF the
/ vally place upon your love- he MUIR
INJURED, "and, alas, nothing is left us but
to take our leaves and stalk away for
ever-a sad, sad blow ?"
'Blow this talk" she cried pathet-
ieally. "The thyme will ne'er come
when I'll be leaving thee, catch me be-
lieving such nonsense. We must wed
why should we live trailing arbutis In
the gold dust OF misery ?"
"Why,. indeed, but how can we
bine us to those we do not love ?"
II wy way" she said, blushing, '.oan-
not you guess 1t ?"
mot I.
"Oh, you're vine sweetheart. 1 can t
pansy where you're brains are"
'Such language nettles me-"
"No offense was mint. Bless you
verbena kind old stupid guess again. -
81 cannot"
s'such ignorance is grass. Listen /;
others have run away, and we must
mistletoe. To be tied that way In spring
tide is the most poplar way"
"'Tis WE'LL" he cried, "and only right
we should enjoy our love violet last. -
"Yes," she said, ''then make haste
and don't grow daft or dilatory. or ma
will make Amelia come after me-"
And as she hurried him along she
kept thinking, "hollyhook his watch to
pay the minister ?"
He did, however, with rye face,
after some barley with the pawnbroker,
and soon they stood before the reverend
clergyman.
They had forgotten the ring, but the
sexton gave them q ring Of the bell to
ring the bells.
Thus they were wed, and they walked
from the church slipping the cups of
happiness, favored with the organ peal,
and soon reached Lille Roses home,
where they found their parents as
sembled.
"What does this mean ?" cried the
parents.
"It meads.' said Lille, whom the
damp grass In the vernal wood had
given cold. and whose sweet voice was
now accompanied by light catarrh,
!" 1t meads that William calls me his,
and columbine."
yours, his 2" they gasped.
Jas, mine," responded William.
At first the old folks were inclined to
think they were jesting, but when Lille
swore japonicurly head full unhappi-
ness IL they were not otmarried, and when
they saw the countenance Of her knight
blooming seriously with love, and
learned that the young lovers had cam
omile to beg forgiveness, they began to
soften; but when they were told that
their offspring would not have anemone
to pay the clergyman IL an uncle had
not lent 1t, then-then they reented,
and Williams papa, who was pro-
lessor. Of rhetoric, swore In hello
fyn hns Ia 4.
did. And now Sweet William and Lille
Rose live in a neat little cottage, stand
Ing in bowery garden, and they never
tire Of repeating that exquisite distich
II You love me as love you,
No knife narcissus can cut orr love in two
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