. 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. ^jaUo Jnbica. Natural Order: EricaceceâHeath Family. OST of the few native shrubs of this family are inhabitants of the Southern States, but the plants chiefly in cultivation are of Asiatic orig'in, and are almost innumerable in their varieties. In color of blossom they run through every shade, from pure white into all the deligh
. 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. ^jaUo Jnbica. Natural Order: EricaceceâHeath Family. OST of the few native shrubs of this family are inhabitants of the Southern States, but the plants chiefly in cultivation are of Asiatic orig'in, and are almost innumerable in their varieties. In color of blossom they run through every shade, from pure white into all the delightful tints of pink, ^scarlet, crimson, purple and salmon. Care should be taken to prevent a straggling growth, which can be done with proper pruning. They can be grown from seeds or from slips; the latter, however, produce flowers much sooner than seedlings. Blooming early in spring, they are a great acquisition for Easter decorations, a fine plant frequently being covered from base to apex with its elegant 'T'EMPERATE in every place â abroad, at home, Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; And health from either he in time prepares For sickness, age, and their attendant cares. âCrahbe. TTE who J:he rules of temperance neglects, From a good cause may produce vile effects. DEWARE the bowl! though rich and bright â "-^ Its rubies flash upon the sight, An adder coils its depths beneath, Whose lure is woe whose sting is death. -Street. P â Tulte. UT down the cup! It is brimmed with blood, Crushed, throbbing, from hearts like mine! For hope, for peace, and for love's dear sake, Oh! pledge me not with wine! âJosie E. Hunt. "T^IS to thy rules, O temperance! that we owe All pleasures which from health and strength can flow; Vigor of body, purity of mind. Unclouded reason, sentiments refined. Unmixed, untainted joys, without remorse â Th' intemperate sinner's never-failing curse. âMary Chaiidler^ 34 t--?p^. Please note that these images are extract
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