" Like the rose, the myrtle is the emblem of love, having been dedicated by the Greeks and Romans to Venus, in the vicinity of whose temples myrtle-groves were planted; hence, from time immemorial, "Sacred to Venus is the myrtle shade.

My myrtle then shall be my care, That's green and fragrant all the year; I will not spend the fleeting hours Flitting round more fragrant flow'rs.

Some day she'll find out it was not very wise To laugh at the breath of a true lover's sighs: After all, Fanny Myrtle is not such a prize; Where is she gone, where is she gone?

Miss Myrtle was the store's star cloak-and-suit model.

According to a Somersetshire saying, "The flowering myrtle is the luckiest plant to have in your window, water it every morning, and be proud of it."