. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. h^ f t i^ritillttria makagris. Natural Order: Liliacca—Lily Family. OT inappropriately named, from the l^aim /n'tinus, a dice-box, as the flower is more nearly of that shape than in the other lilies, this plant is a sister to the crown imperial, already de- scribed, both blooming in the month of May. The flower '^ IS Luge, nodding, and beautifully checked with pale-red, • . ") pui pie or yellow spots, from which circumstance the name s sometimes been interpreted "; It is indigenous roughout Europe.
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. h^ f t i^ritillttria makagris. Natural Order: Liliacca—Lily Family. OT inappropriately named, from the l^aim /n'tinus, a dice-box, as the flower is more nearly of that shape than in the other lilies, this plant is a sister to the crown imperial, already de- scribed, both blooming in the month of May. The flower '^ IS Luge, nodding, and beautifully checked with pale-red, • . ") pui pie or yellow spots, from which circumstance the name s sometimes been interpreted "; It is indigenous roughout Europe. It is usually solitary in bloom. In Spain it is lied Checkered Lily, and in other places ycrsctuttoii. T HAVE leani'd to endure, I have hugg'd 1 scourge back the madness that else would invade; On niv brain tails the drop after drop, vet I bear, Lest thou should'st discover the wreck thou hast made. spair T' 'HIS vou have practiced, Practiced on us with rigor, this hath forced us To shake our heavy yokes otf; and, if redress Of these just grievances be not granted us. We "11 right ourselves, and bv strong hand defend What we are now possessed of BUT —Mrs. E. Onivs Smilli. T what avail her unexhausted stores. Her bloomy mountains and her sunnv shores. With all the gifts that hea\en and earth impart, The smiles of nature, and the charms of art. While proud oppression in her vallevs reigns, And tyranny usurps her happy plains? -AMisoH. 'T'HEY lived unknown And history, so warm on meaner themes. Till persecution them into fame, Is cold on this. .She execrates, indeed. And chased them up to heaven. Their ashes flew, The tyranny that doomed them to the fire. No marble tells us whither. With their names But gives the glorious suft'Yers little praise. No bard embalms and sanctifies his song: —Confer. VTEITHER bended knees, pure hands held up. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears. Could penetrate her imcompassionate sire. — Shake
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