e's glory on thy _mountains_, proud Bengal--

and Dr. Johnson in his _Journey of a day_, (Rambler No. 65) charms the
traveller in Hindustan with a sight of the primrose and the oak.

"As he passed along, his ears were delighted with the morning song of
the bird of paradise; he was fanned by the last flutters of the sinking
breeze, and sprinkled with dew by groves of spices, he sometimes
contemplated the towering height of the oak, monarch of the hills; and
sometimes caught the gentle fragrance of the primrose, eldest daughter
of the spring."

In some book of travels, I forget which, the writer states, that he had
seen the primrose in Mysore and in the recesses of the Pyrenees. There
is a flower sold by the Bengallee gardeners for the primrose, though it
bears but small resemblance to the English flower of that name. On
turning to Mr. Piddington's Index to the Plants of India I find under
the head of _Primula_--Primula denticula--Stuartii--rotundifolia--with
the names in the Mawar or Nepaulese dialect.

[061] In strewing their graves the Romans affected the rose; the Greeks
amaranthus and myrtle: the funeral pyre consisted of sweet fuel,
cypress, fir, larix, yew, and trees perpetually verdant lay silent
expressions of their surviving hopes. _Sir Thomas Browne_.

[062] The allusion to the cowslip in Shakespeare's description of
Imogene must not be passed over here.--

On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drop
I' the bottom of the cowslip.

[063] The Guelder rose--This elegant plant is a native of Britain, and
when in flower, has at first sight, the appearance of a little maple
tree that has been pelted with snow balls, and we almost fear to see
them melt away in the warm sunshine--_Glenny_.

[064] In a greenhouse

[065] Some flowers have always been made to a certain degree
emblematical of sentiment in England as elsewhere, but it was the Turks
who substituted flowers for words to such an extent as to entitle
themselves to be regarded as the inventors of the floral language.

[066] The floral or vegetable language is not always the language of
love or compliment. It is sometimes severe and scornful. A gentleman
sent a lady a rose as a declaration of his passion and a slip of paper
attached, with the inscription--"If not accepted, I am off to the war."
The lady forwarded in return a mango (man, go!)

[067] No part of the creation supposed to be insentie