. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^i^nsiet DtpsaniS fullonuni. Natural Order; Dipsaccce â Teasel I L the plants of this chiss except the Fuller's Teasel are devoid t interest, possessing no useful properties; but in Europe ilothiers use the heads of that variety to raise the nap of w oolen cloth, ^fhey are armed with hard, hooked scales, whicli, being attached for this purpose to a revolving cylin- fc ."^ der, brush against the surface of the cloth. The common \ild Teasel found by roadsides and hedges is a naturalized plant from Luiope It flow
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^i^nsiet DtpsaniS fullonuni. Natural Order; Dipsaccce â Teasel I L the plants of this chiss except the Fuller's Teasel are devoid t interest, possessing no useful properties; but in Europe ilothiers use the heads of that variety to raise the nap of w oolen cloth, ^fhey are armed with hard, hooked scales, whicli, being attached for this purpose to a revolving cylin- fc ."^ der, brush against the surface of the cloth. The common \ild Teasel found by roadsides and hedges is a naturalized plant from Luiope It flowers in large, oval heads, mounted on a stalk from three to four feet high, and the stalks and dry heads may often be seen, m winter, with their spiny cones decorated with sleet or frost, showing prismatic colors in the sun. It is cultivated in Europe in large fields, a rich soil being necessary. The plants are thinned to about a toot apart, and the heads are cut for sale the second year. |t$Hni]^rujt^» 'T^HERE'S not a day, but, to the man of tliought, *â Betrays some secret that throws new reproach On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. T CAN ne'er forgive the thoughts I bore 'Gainst thee, and 'gainst the I'ace of man For I have stood at bay before the world. Facing the wolves that well nigh pulled nic Until I deemed mankind a hungry pack. Eager to suck their wounded brothers' blood. But thou hast come to purge me of my gall, To heal m\ wounded heart, to dry my tears, And plant witliin niv soul a love of man, Whicli, liv heaven'~ grace, wrong never shall uproot. âGeorge H. Boker. CEARED, shunned, belied, ere yc He hated men too much to fee And thought tlie voice of wi-ath a To pay the injuries of some on all. ,1th had remorse, acred call, 1st her force, II T HE^' have lived too long, who find Their treasury of hope is spent; ty gaze upon the human kind Like letters Repeating to the vacan That dust and hollo monument. 39S. Please note that these images are extracted f
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