. Sun dials and roses of yesterday; garden delights which are here displayed in every truth and are moreover regarded as emblems . lled Scottish castles which were her prisons;working at the slit-like gun-windows of her laterdungeons ; working by the scant firelight so grudg-ingly supplied her; working by the dim and tinycruisie of her day, or by waxen tapers ; and oftenworking with that wonderful cheerfulness which seemsto have been God-given to her. She found, I trust,the comfort which every good needlewoman has indoing good needlework. Yet howsoever Sorrow came or wentShe made the needle he
. Sun dials and roses of yesterday; garden delights which are here displayed in every truth and are moreover regarded as emblems . lled Scottish castles which were her prisons;working at the slit-like gun-windows of her laterdungeons ; working by the scant firelight so grudg-ingly supplied her; working by the dim and tinycruisie of her day, or by waxen tapers ; and oftenworking with that wonderful cheerfulness which seemsto have been God-given to her. She found, I trust,the comfort which every good needlewoman has indoing good needlework. Yet howsoever Sorrow came or wentShe made the needle her companion stillAnd in that exercise her time she spent. She is not the only woman who has turned to herneedle as the only thing which could occupy andcomfort her grief-filled days. I havewondered whether inthe many thoughtsthat crowded her everactive brain, she hadno illuminations of thefuture, whether shedid not thus workwith the thought, thehope,that through thisneedlework she couldsend a message to suc-ceeding centuries, thatwomen, certainly, ^ ,. ,. , ~ , ^ , -^ Sun-dial m Inner Temple Garden, would understand. 172 Sun-dials and Roses of Yesterday It was certainly natural that this unhappy crea-ture should turn to symbols and devices, to allego-ries and prophecies, with a despairing hope of ahappy end to all her troubles. With her supersti-tious nature we can easily believe that in thosesymbols she both rejoiced and trembled. Herown personal devices were many and varied; allwere interesting. After the death of her boy-hus-band, the dauphin of France, her device was aLiquorice plant; the root only of this is sweet,and that is underground. Her motto was Dulcemeum terra tegit, — The earth covers my sweet was a vine from which the witheredbranches are being pruned by a hand with a prun-ing-bill. A third was an Apple tree growing on athorn ; the motto. Per vincula crescit. In the family archives of the Earl of Leven is aletter written by her in which she
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