Alexandria Gazette

Women's Love of Flowers.—In all countries women love flowers; in all countries they form nosegays of them; but it is only in the bosom of plenty that they conceive the idea of embellishing their dwellings with them. The cultivation of flowers among the peasantry indicate a revolution in all their feelings. It is a delicate pleasure, which makes its way through coarse organs; it is the sense of the beautiful, a faculty of the soul which is awakened. Man, then, understands that there is in the gifts of nature, a something more than is necessary for existence: colours, forms, odours, are perceived for the first time, and these charming objects have at last spectators Those who have travelled in the country can testify that a rose tree under the window, a honey suckle round the door of a cottage, are always a good omen to the tired traveller.—The hand which cultivates flowers, is not closed to the supplications of the poor, or the wants of a stranger.

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The cultivating of flowers around rural abodes does indeed constitute one of the most charming proofs of refinement and taste—and when it is remembered how slight is the trouble which such cultivations imposes, and how full it is of its own reward, it becomes a matter of surprise that any, having the opportunity to indulge in it, should neglect so delightful a task. The rustic scenery of England derives one of its most attractive features from the flowers and shrubbery which adorn even the humble cottages. Miss Sedgwick, in her "Letters from Abroad," gives many agreeable pictures of such landscapes. These beautiful enhancements of nature are of course the results of female care and taste. So intimately, indeed, are they associated together, that for ourselves we cannot pass a neat looking house with roses and honeysuckles embowering the doorway, or clambering around the windows, without looking for a glimpse of the flitting form, the white hand, or the bright eyes of the fair minister under whose guardian care such graceful nurselings have been reared.—Balt. Amer.