wear the flowers he gives me."

Without giving one glance at the flowers, she fastened them in her
bosom.

"If you will not look upon them for my sake," said the prince,
earnestly, "I pray you, give them one glance for the flowers' sake.
You will at least feel assured that no other shepherdess is adorned
with such a bouquet."

"Yes," said Wilhelmina, "these are not white roses; indeed, they
seem to be artificial flowers; their leaves are hard and thick like
alabaster, and dazzlingly white like snow. What flowers are these,
my prince?"

"They are camelias. I recently heard you speak of these rare
flowers, which had just been imported to Europe. I hoped to please
you by placing them in your hands."

"Certainly; but I did not know that these new exotics were blooming
in our land."

"And they are not," said Prince Henry. "This bouquet comes from
Schwetzingen; there, only, in Germany, in the celebrated green-
houses of the Margravine of Baden can they be seen."

"How, then, did you get them?" said the princess, astonished.

"I sent a courier to Schwetzingen; the blossoms were wrapped in
moist, green moss, and are so well preserved, that they look as