. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ®itr0B< (HitvuS llieMca. Natural Order: Anranticece — Orange Family. Kiiri' or nine feet high in its native seats in tropical climates, \W Citron differs but slightly in appearance from the lemon ikI orange trees, with which we are familiar, though only IS house shrubs. The foliage is evergreen, the flowers resem- , 4 bling the orange blossom; the fruit is fragrant, the pulp being '^"^ acid like the lemon, and grateful and cooling to the taste. The tiees of this class are all easily grown in the conservatory, and m
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ®itr0B< (HitvuS llieMca. Natural Order: Anranticece — Orange Family. Kiiri' or nine feet high in its native seats in tropical climates, \W Citron differs but slightly in appearance from the lemon ikI orange trees, with which we are familiar, though only IS house shrubs. The foliage is evergreen, the flowers resem- , 4 bling the orange blossom; the fruit is fragrant, the pulp being '^"^ acid like the lemon, and grateful and cooling to the taste. The tiees of this class are all easily grown in the conservatory, and m Louisiana and Florida in the open air, yielding a delightful perfume when m bloom. It gets its distinctive title, medica, from the two essential oiK (citron and cedrat) which it N O power in deatli shall teai- our names apart, As none in life could rend thee from my heart. —Bv> /^OME from the woods with the citron flowers, ^ Come with your lyres for festal hours. Maids of bright Scio! They came, and the breeze Bore their sweet songs o'er the Grecian seas; They came, and Endora stood robed and crowned The bride of the morn, with her train around. —Mrs. Hema„s. Wl lEN on thy bosom I recline, Enraptured still to call thee mine, To call thee mine for lite, I glory in the sacred ties. Which modern wits and fools despise, Of husband and of wife. —Lindhy Murray. 'T'HE citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh Of low, sweet summer winds the branches wooing With music through their shadowy bowers went by; Music and voices from the marble halls Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain falls. ACROSS the threshold led. And everv tear kissed off as soon as shed. enters, there to be S7 Shining within, when all without is night; A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasure, and his cares dividing. ^ —Rogers. ^. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have be
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