. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^liifsia. 1 ^lODSia citrioilOVa. Natural Order: J'crdc "â ESERVING of all praise is the Aloysia, sometimes called Lemon Verbena. It is from Paraguay, and received its name in honor of Queen Mary Louisa, of Spain, the mother ul Ferdinand VII. It is cultivated as a greenhouse shrub, for the aromatic odor of its delicate leaves, the least touch of which yields the delightful fragrance of the lemon. Frequently it is Ipp placed in the ground in summer, and in a dry cellar in winter. It should be trimmed back in the
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^liifsia. 1 ^lODSia citrioilOVa. Natural Order: J'crdc "â ESERVING of all praise is the Aloysia, sometimes called Lemon Verbena. It is from Paraguay, and received its name in honor of Queen Mary Louisa, of Spain, the mother ul Ferdinand VII. It is cultivated as a greenhouse shrub, for the aromatic odor of its delicate leaves, the least touch of which yields the delightful fragrance of the lemon. Frequently it is Ipp placed in the ground in summer, and in a dry cellar in winter. It should be trimmed back in the spring before the leaf buds begin to start, as otherwise it is inclined to a straggling growth. The flowers are small, appearing in spikes. They seldom bloom in this latitude. The young branches are used by florists in bouquets. ^[orgiiiEnjss, QOME grave their wrongs on marble; he, more just, ^ Stoop'd down serene, and wrote them in the dust. â Dr. S. Madden. W" LE yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace. âMilton TF there be ^ One of you all that ever from my presence I have with saddened heart unkindly sent, I here, in meek repentance, of him crave A brother's hand, in token of forgiveness. âJoanna BailUe. 'CpiS easier for the generous to forgive Than for offense to ask it âT/iomfsut, K' 'NEEL not to me: The power that I have on you. The malice toward you, to forgi\e to spare you; And deal with others better. â pORGIVE and forget! why the world would be lonely. The garden a wilderness left to deform, If the flowers but remember'd the chilling winds only, And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm. ^ TF ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now torgive me frankly âShakesfeari âCJiarles Sit'oin. HE narrow soul Knows not the God-like glory of forgi'. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of thes
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