. 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. itlmt^elia CinMegi. Natural Order: Loasacece — Loasa Family. N the Golden Bartonia we have a beautiful annual from California, with an oval, lance-shaped leaf, indented similar to the thistle; the stems are procumbent and often a yard in length. The flowers, which much resemble a poppy, are of a most brilliant yellow, deepening t
. 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. itlmt^elia CinMegi. Natural Order: Loasacece — Loasa Family. N the Golden Bartonia we have a beautiful annual from California, with an oval, lance-shaped leaf, indented similar to the thistle; the stems are procumbent and often a yard in length. The flowers, which much resemble a poppy, are of a most brilliant yellow, deepening toward the center into the true orange shade, and measuring from two to three inches in diameter. Within the center the numerous thread-like stamens spread themselves out over the petals, like a delicate fringe. The seeds should be sown where the plants are to grow, as they are transplanted with TTAD I but pearls of price — did golden pills Of hoarded wealth swell in my treasury, Eas}' I'd win the fawning flatterer's smile And bend the sturdiest stoic's iron knee. —A. A. Locke. T HINK'ST thou the man whose mansions hold The worldling's pride, the miser's gold, Obtains a richer prize Than he who in his cot, at rest. Finds heavenly peace a willing guest, And bears the earnest in his breast Of treasure in the skies ? —Mrs. Sigourney. A MIGHTY pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love but love in vain. Virtue now, nor noble blood, Nor wit, by love is understood; Gold alone does passion move; Gold monopolizes love —Cowley. r\ KNEW I the spell of gold, I would never poison a fresh young heart With the taint of customs old; I would bind no wreath to my forehead free. In whose shadows a thought might die. Nor drink, from the cup of revelry. The ruin my gold would buy. —Willis. Tl/fADAM, I own 'tis not your person My stomach 's set so sharp and fierce on; But 'tis your better part, your riches, That
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