. 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. ^fv—gV»; Jinpatieug babamma. Natural Order: Balsaminacece —Jewel-Weed Family. f> ADY-SLIPPER, or the ordinary Balsam, is familiar to all as a product of our gardens. It is a native of the East Indies, and is worthy of notice. Within the last few years the double varieties have been grown as pot-plants, in which state the
. 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. ^fv—gV»; Jinpatieug babamma. Natural Order: Balsaminacece —Jewel-Weed Family. f> ADY-SLIPPER, or the ordinary Balsam, is familiar to all as a product of our gardens. It is a native of the East Indies, and is worthy of notice. Within the last few years the double varieties have been grown as pot-plants, in which state they require very rich soil, and to have the tip of '<-^"" the main branch pinched off, when it will throw out side branches and form larger plants. They appear in every variety of color, and the fancy ones are streaked or mottled, many of them being nearly as double as the blossoms of that beautiful shrub the camelia japonica. The seed-pods burst when slightly pressed, from which circumstance they receive their Latin name, Impatiens, noli me tangere (impatient, touch me not).. IIIHAT! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear That thou art crown'd — not that I am dead. — Shakespeare, A WRETCHED soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; pREACH patience to the sea, when jarring winds But were we burdened with like weight of pain As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. My soul will be as calm. — Shakespeare. Throw up her swelling billows to the sky! And if your reasons mitigate her fury, — Smith. r^O, then, my song, speed swiftly to her; Out of the depths of the soul comes sorrow; ^ Sing to her, plead with her late and long; But, out of the depths of these days that cease. Hover around her, and gently woo her; May come, like light 'round the feet of the morrow, Perhaps she will hear thee some day, O Song! Love's soft glory, our love's calm
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