. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^ittt^tvuth ^IHUIilllis a-llU'llsis. Natural Okder: Primiilacea: — Primrose Family. INAGALLIS rs found growing in an uncultivated state in many places in Europe, so plentiful as to be classed as a w eed The flowers of this variety, which are scarlet, with a juiiple circle at the eye, open at eight o'clock and close at 1 noon, or at the approach of rain, thereby giving it the familiar cognomen of "poor man's weather ; It pos- ss<_^ aLiid properties useful in medicine — drops}-, epilepsy and mania ^ mg the
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^ittt^tvuth ^IHUIilllis a-llU'llsis. Natural Okder: Primiilacea: — Primrose Family. INAGALLIS rs found growing in an uncultivated state in many places in Europe, so plentiful as to be classed as a w eed The flowers of this variety, which are scarlet, with a juiiple circle at the eye, open at eight o'clock and close at 1 noon, or at the approach of rain, thereby giving it the familiar cognomen of "poor man's weather ; It pos- ss<_^ aLiid properties useful in medicine — drops}-, epilepsy and mania ^ mg the ailments for which the remed}' is used. Its Latin appellative demed horn the Greek word anagelao, to laugh aloud. It is sup- used to be identical with the Samolus mentioned by Pliny, who says L- ancient Druids gathered it fasting, and with the left hand, carefully S?? refraining from casting their eyes upon it, and ascribing to it magical properties in the cure and prevention of diseases in their cattle. It is a pretty plant of a trailing habit, with beautiful flowers in the cultivated species, whose tints are blue, white, red, vermilion, and maroon. Its geographical dis- tribution extends over various portions of the •<!)• T HE broadest mirtli un feeling Ibllv wears, Less pleasing tar th: n virtue's verv tear -Pofe. w HERE is tlic man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, folly into sin? -Sir W. Seott. W 'HERE is our usual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand? Is there no | To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? i ^-t^rt^— ITTHILE her laugh, full of life, without any control But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul. And where it most sparkled, no glance could discover, In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brightened all over, Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon. When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun. 342 m. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhan
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