. 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. le (JlaiTipanula rotUUbifolia. Natural Order: Campanulacece—Bellwort AMP, cool and rocky places are the favorite abodes of this simple little flower (known also as the Harebell), and it is accordingly found in great abundance in the New England States and the Dominion of Canada. The family of the Campanulas is quite exte
. 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. le (JlaiTipanula rotUUbifolia. Natural Order: Campanulacece—Bellwort AMP, cool and rocky places are the favorite abodes of this simple little flower (known also as the Harebell), and it is accordingly found in great abundance in the New England States and the Dominion of Canada. The family of the Campanulas is quite extensive, numbering about five hundred species. The flowers, though simple, are various in colors, and are worthy of attention. In this species they are blue, which is the pre- vailing tint, though others run through different shades of purple, from violet to lilac, and white. The Campanula pyramidalis is the hand- somest and most stately, growing from three to five feet, blooming the second year from the seed, and producing blossoms by the hundred J^ ian$lanl lenrL 'T^HEN come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, We will stand b_v each other however it blow. Oppression and sickness, and sorrow, and pain. Shall be to our true love as links to the chain. — Lott^fetlaw. 'T'O keep one sacred flame Through life unchilled, unmoved. To love in wintry age The same that first in youth we lov'd, To leel that we adore With such refined excess, That tho' the heart would break with more, It could not live with less; This is love — faithful love; Such as saints might feel above. TITHEN all things have their trial, you shall find Nothing is constant but a virtuous mind. —Shirley. m^ T OVE, constant love! Age cannot quench it — like the primal ray From the vast fountain that supplies the day, Far, far above Our cloud-encircled region, it will flow -Vs pure and as eternal in its glow. — Parii Benjamin. 47 C *OULD genius sink in dull decay, And wisdom cease to lend her ray: Shoul
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