. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. r Simiiia/'" ^ man botanist who flourished in 1757, when the science was I in its intancy. In the cultivated plant of today can hardly 'y^ be recognized the primitive flower found in the fields and roadsides of the Southern States, which, even in its simplest p' ^ "v^ form, has been considered handsome. Formerly the blossom was only scarlet, and single; but care in propagation has doubled it /o to the center, and it has sported into hues many, rich and varied. WThe flower perishes slowly without closing its petals
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. r Simiiia/'" ^ man botanist who flourished in 1757, when the science was I in its intancy. In the cultivated plant of today can hardly 'y^ be recognized the primitive flower found in the fields and roadsides of the Southern States, which, even in its simplest p' ^ "v^ form, has been considered handsome. Formerly the blossom was only scarlet, and single; but care in propagation has doubled it /o to the center, and it has sported into hues many, rich and varied. WThe flower perishes slowly without closing its petals, losing its bright tints and assuming more sobriety as its daj's are numbered. On this account it is sometimes called Youth and Old L^ Wi li^Dug]|ls in jltssnt^. OVE reckons hours for months, and for years; And every Httle absence is an age. âDrvden. TELL him I 1 -s r\ TELL him I have sat these three long hours >' ^ Counting the weary beatings of the clock, :AT shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Which slowly portion'd out the promis'd time Between this time and that sweet time of grace? That brought him not to bless me with his sight! âFrances Anne Kemble. âJoanna Baillie. T WEPT thy absence, o'er and o'er again, *â Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought gi-ew pain. And memory, like a drop night and day Falls cold and ceaseless, wore mv heart away! r^ALL thou ine home! from thee apart ^ Faintly and low my pulses beat. As if the life-blood of my heart Within thine own heart holds its seat, And floweth only where thou art. â^^rs. E. Oaks Smith. m qrHERE 'S not an hour ^ Of day or dreaming night but I am w There 's not a wind but whispers of thy 1 And not a flower that sleeps beneath the But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee. 336 Proctor. 1 X. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for
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