. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. w ^0|fgl013,e. Dillitalis JJUrjJUrca. Xatlhal Okder: Scrofhulariacea â F'igu-ort Family. ITERALLY, the purple finger-flower, this plant is of easy culture, and well adapted for the borders of walks and beds. The blossoms, which grow in a long spike, are man}^, and â¢q.:,]^ thimble-shaped, with dots of a color differing from the flower in the interior. The whole plant is a violent and dangerous '" ^ poison when taken internally in anj' considerable quantity, producing delirium, convulsions and death. It becomes a valuab
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. w ^0|fgl013,e. Dillitalis JJUrjJUrca. Xatlhal Okder: Scrofhulariacea â F'igu-ort Family. ITERALLY, the purple finger-flower, this plant is of easy culture, and well adapted for the borders of walks and beds. The blossoms, which grow in a long spike, are man}^, and â¢q.:,]^ thimble-shaped, with dots of a color differing from the flower in the interior. The whole plant is a violent and dangerous '" ^ poison when taken internally in anj' considerable quantity, producing delirium, convulsions and death. It becomes a valuable medicine in the hands of a skillful physician. It thrives best in par- tially shaded locations. There are a number of varieties, the flowers ^ being white, purple, carmine, brown, and |.H, "HIS poor brain! ten thousand shapes of fury Are wliirHnt; there, and reason is no more. H' ; E raves, his words are loose As heaps of sand, and scattering wide from sense; So high he 's mounted on his airy throne, Tliat now the wind has got into his head, .\nd turns liis brains to phrenzy. âDryden. His I And On s n is wrecked â .er in the pauses of his speech p doth work with inward muttering his fixed eve is riveted fearfullv ethii that other sight can sp AM not mad: too well, too well I feel The different plague of each calamity. 1 AM not mad; ' For then 'tis li vould to heaven I w( I should forget mysi O, if I could, what grief shonld I forget! 'pHIS wr A And I ;tched brain gave became a wreck, f Without one glimpse of reason or of hea^â TF a phrenzy do possess the brain, It so disturbs and blots the form of things. As fantasy proves altogether vain. And to the wit no true relation brings. m »â¢. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Turner, Cordelia Harris. New York, T. MacCoun
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