. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. -^.. ^bks nigffl. Natural Order: ConiferceâPine Family. PRUCE is the name applied by Linnsus to all of the species comprehended under the genus Abies, but later botanists make a somewhat different classification. Spruces, firs, pines, balsams and hemlocks are all closely allied. This variety of Spruce is an inhabitant of the nort
. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. -^.. ^bks nigffl. Natural Order: ConiferceâPine Family. PRUCE is the name applied by Linnsus to all of the species comprehended under the genus Abies, but later botanists make a somewhat different classification. Spruces, firs, pines, balsams and hemlocks are all closely allied. This variety of Spruce is an inhabitant of the northern part of the United States, where it attains the altitude of seventy and sometimes eighty feet, rearing upward a towering, pyramidal head. Some of the mountain forests in the colder latitudes are almost wholly composed of it. The trunk is straight; the wood is light, yet strong and elastic, and is employed many ways in architecture, but is not as val- uable as the White Spruce. The essence is produced by boiling the tops of the Abies nigra in water, then concentrating by evaporation. T7AREWELL, then, thou loved oneâO, loved but too well, r Too deeply, too blindly for language to tell! âCharles Fenno Hoffman. T7 ARE WELL, my home, my home no longer now, â 'â Witness of many a calm and happy day; And thou, fair eminence, upon whose brow Dwells the last sunshine of the evening ray. Farewell! Mine eyes no longer shall pursue The westering sun beyond the utmost height. When slowly he forsakes the fields of light. â Southey. AND now farewell, farewell! I dare not lengthen These sweet moments out; to gaze on thee Is bliss indeed, yet it but serves to strengthen The Icfve that now amounts to agony; This is our last farewell. â âMrs. Welby. Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget. â Shakespeare. JPAREWELL! I will omit no opportunity r That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. â Shakespeare. TITITH that wringing my hand he turns away; 'pHEN came the parting hour, and
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