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The Boquet. " " "See father, what a beautiful boquet I had sent to me this morning." said a fair, young girl to her father as he entered his home at the close of summer's day. "Yes, I see," answered the gentleman, coming forward & bending over a large boquet of french, beautiful flowers which occupied a conspicuous place on the center table in the sitting room, "'tis indeed a very fine collection." "And what is more "said the happy girl, "it has filled the room with its fragrance all day. Let me turn where I would, its color, like a sweet breath, has greeted me." "Are you the only one to whom it has thus silently made known its fragrance?"