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The Catholic Language of Flowers

And now, dear reader, if you have kindly wandered through our little garden, and viewed our humble flowers, you will behold near some friendly trees, yet where the bright sunshine reaches them, a bed of simple blossoms. They are of many varied forms and hues, and of many a different clime. Some have been brought from the far Indies, or from America’s distant coasts; others first raised their heads beneath the blue skies of France, or amid the wild Highlands, while others claim the verdant shores of the Emerald Isle.

Yet happy in their union, they bloom in sweet companionship with our loved English flowers, seeking in their humble manner to please the Lord of the Garden, and blest if they can draw one sister-flower to Him; and these, dear reader, are ourselves, the Gumley children.