. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. GUELDER ROSE. pleasing addition to our groves with the lilac, the laburnum, and the crimson thorn. Under cultivation, the corollas of the flowers have expanded to almost as large a size as those of the radiating ones in the wild plant, and the cymes have become globose, whence it has obtained the common name. It is thus, as it were, possible to provide a snowball at Midsummer in payment of quit-rent to the sovereign, by the noble holder upon whom such terms are said to have been imposed. Th
. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. GUELDER ROSE. pleasing addition to our groves with the lilac, the laburnum, and the crimson thorn. Under cultivation, the corollas of the flowers have expanded to almost as large a size as those of the radiating ones in the wild plant, and the cymes have become globose, whence it has obtained the common name. It is thus, as it were, possible to provide a snowball at Midsummer in payment of quit-rent to the sovereign, by the noble holder upon whom such terms are said to have been imposed. The following legend accounts for the origin of the Guelder Rose. A young damsel, scarcely fifteen years of age, died. Her spirit hovered about her dwelling when in life. She could not resolve to abandon, even for celestial regions, the fields she had so dearly loved. Of a sudden her guardian angel appeared to her. Desirous of fulfilling her wishes, he asked whether she would like to be transformed into a flower, and gave her the choice as to its kind. " Then," said he, " you will live in the garden or the meadow ! " and looking round upon the different flowers of the land, added, " Would you wish to be a tulip .?" " No," she said, " for the tulip has no ; " A lily .?" " The lily elevates herself above other ; " A rose }" " She bears thorns which cause ; "A splendid camellia?" "No, no," suddenly ex- claimed the spirit of the young damsel; " but, since it is per- mitted me to make my choice, I should like to be a, Guelder ; " What!" cries the angel in astonishment, " do you desire to be in bloom when all nature seems dead ? Think of the icy winds of winter; they will drive against you, and you will die without having felt the caresses of the gentle. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images tha
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