LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIV, Issue 137, 10 June 1879, Page 4

LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

It was in tbe spiing, " wheti ihe Wanton lapwing gtts himself H '(being a bird fancier of marshy " another wafer crest,*' fend Lillie Rose and Sweet Wil lia-t-o, leaving tbe hothouse, sought ta vernal wood a reireat inviolet, where to tbeir hearts' easo they coo.'d take it daisy in loving dahiiaoce, "and murmur complaints of those grim old crocus, their poppies, wbo would have them marry gold snd live in mourning glory. "But no, Sweet William," said Lillie Rose, grasping the yooog bachelor's button, "I would not wed your rival were he as rich na a China Aster Ton have asked me to be yours, ond I cannot refucbgia.'*' " Acacia loves ma so," returned Sweet William, gazing fondly at her talips, so templing ha could cot resist them, but became bis lady's Upper; at which the broke from bis embrace, and became a scarlet rmjner. " What a fernny girl you are; you must be wed, Rose," he cried, pursuing and detaining ber. "'lt-was on account of your infennel impudence,'' sbe said, "Why, you're a regular tiger, Lillie," ho sighed : "you mußt not be co prim, Boat; but there, thistle show my penitence," he added, repeating the offence; and this time Lillie Rose only turned pink. " You can have no idea, Lillie, of the valley I place npon your love," he murmured, "and, alas, nothing is left us but to take our leaves and stalk, away for ever, a sad, sad blow S" " Blow this talk," she cried pathetically. ■" The thyme will ne'er come when I'll be leaving thee, catch me believing such nonsense. We must wed; why should we live trailing, arbntis in the gold dost of misery ?" ■** Why, indeed; but how can we change the parental decree tbat woodbine us to those we do not love ?" " I vy way," she answered blushing; "canuot you guess it ?" "Noti." " Ob, you're a vine sweetheart. I ' can't pansy where your brains are." "Such language nettles me." "No offence was mint. Bless youver tena kind old stupid. Guess again." "I cannot." " Such ignorance is grass, Listen: Others have run away, and we must mistletoe. To be tied that way in •sprrag-tide is the most popular way." '."Tis well," be cried, "and only fight we should enjoy cur love violet fasts." " Yes," she said ; " then make haste and don't grow daff or dilatory, or ma ■will make Amelia come after me." And as she hurried him along she kept thinking, " hollyhock his watch to pay the minister ?" "He did, however, with a rye face, after some barley with the pawnbroker, and soon they stood before the reverend gentleman. They had forgotten the ring, but the eexton gave them a ring of the bell to ring the belle. ' Thus they were wed, and they walked from the church sipping the cups of happiness, flavoured with the organ peal, and soon reached Lillie Rose's home, where they found their parents assembled. " Wbat does this mean ?" cried the parents, "It meads," said Lillie, whom the damp grass in the vernal woods had given a cold, and whose sweet voice was now accompanied by a light catarrh, t( it meads that William calls me his, and I columbine." " Yours, hiß ?" they gasped. " Jas, mine," responded "William. At firsit the old folks were inclined to think they wer^ jesting, but when Lillie swore japonicurly head full unhappiness if they were not married, and when they Baw the countenance of hep knight blooming seriously with love, and learned that they young lovers had camomile to beg forgiveness, they began to-soften ;_but. when- they" were told that their . offspring would not have had anemone to pay the clergyman if an uncle had not dent it, then —thefa "they relented, and William'^ papa, who was a, professor of rhetoric, swore in a hel-ib-trope he'd make them hajppy, , And he did. And now sweet mlKam and Lillie Rose live in a neat little .cottage standing -in a bowery garden, and they never tire of repeating that exquisite distich: " If you love me as I love you, No knife narcissus can Cut our love in two." —Puck. «*■* — ■ - 'm , ,*sar