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No line was degraded, no family pride .
beaux, Who were not little vain of their figure and clothes, Look'd down with chagrin which they could not
That they were not fix'd on to carry the prize.
descried By the Golden Ros, ensign of state, by his side.
 In a poem, by William Howitt, this plant is thus referred to:
Dandelion, with globe of down,
Returning from thence in the course of his journey,
ring. Now, April was garnished with smiles, and the
day Was fixed for the first of luxuriant May. Along the green garden, in shade or in sun, All was business and bustle, and frolic and fun; For, as Flora had granted a full dispensation To every gay tribe in her blooming creation, By which at the festival all might appear, Who else were on duty but parts of the year ; There was now such a concourse of beauty aud
grace, As had not, since Eden, appeared in one place; And cards were dispersed with consent of the fair, To every great family through the parterre.  There was one city lady, indeed, whom the bride Did not wish to attend, which was Miss LONDON
PRIDE: And his lordship declared he would rather not meet So doubtful a person as young BITTER-SWEET.  Sir MICHAELMAS Daisy was asked to appear, But was gone out of town for best part of the
 Parterre-a flower-garden.
And would not consent to increase a parade, -
on, And his tailor was such a slow fellow, he guessed, That it might be a century before he was dressed. Excuses were sent, too, from very near all The ladies residing at Great Green-house Hall, Who had been so confined, were so chilly and
spare, It might cost them their lives to be out in the air. The SENSITIVE PLANT hoped her friend would
excuse her, It thrill'd every nerve in her frame to refuse her, But she did not believe she had courage to view The solemn transaction she'd summoned her to. Widow Wall had a ticket, but would not attend, For fear her low spirits should sadden her friend; And, too wild to regard either lady or lord, HONEY-SUCKLE, as usual, was gadding abroad. Notwithstanding all which, preparations were made In the very first style for the splendid parade. One CLOTH-PLANT, a clothier of settled repute, Undertook to provide every beau with a suit, Trimmed with Bachelor's Buttons, but these, I
presume, Were rejected, as out of the proper costume. Miss SATIN-FLOWER, fancy-dress-maker from
town, Had silks of all colours and patterns sent down;
For which LADIES' RIBBON could hardly prepare Her trimmings, so fast as bespoke by the fair. Two noted perfumers from Shrubbery Lane, Messrs. Musk-Rose and LAVENDER, essenced the
train, And ere the last twilight of April expired, The whole blooming band was completely attired. At length the bright morning, with glittering eye, Peep'd o'er the green earth from the rose-colour'd
sky; And soon as the lark flitted out of her nest, The bridal assembly was ready and dressed. Among the most lovely, far lovelier shone The bride, with an elegance purely her own : Her tall slender figure green tissue arrayed, With diamonds strung loose on the shining
brocade : A cap of white velvet, in graceful costume, Adorned her fair forehead-a silvery plume, Tipp'd with gold, from the centre half-negligent
hung, With strings of white pearl scattered loosely
The last (such as fairies are fancied to wear),
 Aurora-the goddess of the morning—the dawn.
Since Nature's first morning, ne'er glittered a
pair, The one so commanding, the other so fair! Many ladies of fashion had offered to wait As bridemaids, the honour was reckoned so great; These famed for their beauty, for fragrancy those, ANEMONE splendid, or sweet-smelling ROSE; But gentle and free from a tincture of pride, A sweet country cousin was call’d by the bride, Who long in a valley had sheltered unknown, Or trac'd to the shade by her sweetness alone; She timid appeared in the meekest array, Like pearls of clear dew on an evergreen spray. Now moved the procession from dressing-room
bowers, A brilliant display of illustrious flowers : Young HEART'S-EASE in purple and gold ran before, To welcome them in at the great temple door, Where old Bishop Monk's-HOOD had taken his
stand, To weave and to sanction the conjugal band : The trumpeter SUCKLING, with musical air, Preceded as herald, and then the young pair ; With little Miss Lily, as bridemaid, bebind, Alone ; her fair head on her bosom reclin'd. The old Duke of Peony, richly arrayed In coquelicot, headed the long cavalcade, Duchess Dowager Rose leading up at his side, With her daughters, some blooming, some fair as
the bride. My Lady CARNATION, excessively dashing, Rouged highly, and new in the Rotterdam fashion, Discoursing of rank and of pedigree, came, With a beau of distinction, Van Tulip by name ;