. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. -^ I JpUl'US mains. Natural Order: Rosacea:—Rose Family. ITII lavish hand have the fruits been bestowed upon southern and tropical climates, both in regard to variety and abund- mce; but the apple, which is superior to them all, on iccount ot" the various \va3's it may be used, the length ot tune which it will keep in perfection, and the frequency with which it ma}- be eaten without satiating the appetite, 1^ a particular boon to the dwellers of cold climates, for there it obtains ii> greatest si/e and most perfect
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. -^ I JpUl'US mains. Natural Order: Rosacea:—Rose Family. ITII lavish hand have the fruits been bestowed upon southern and tropical climates, both in regard to variety and abund- mce; but the apple, which is superior to them all, on iccount ot" the various \va3's it may be used, the length ot tune which it will keep in perfection, and the frequency with which it ma}- be eaten without satiating the appetite, 1^ a particular boon to the dwellers of cold climates, for there it obtains ii> greatest si/e and most perfect flavor. The blossom is sweet-scented, and has a delicate pink flush. An orchard in bloom is a charming I^rcfci T MIND the apple blossoms, how thick they were that spring! Yes, and I'm likelv to mind them as long as any thing. Some of the boughs, I remember, were just a sight to see; The buds were as red as roses, all over the top of the tree. I held a branch while she stripped it, till, shaken out of place, A bee from one of the broken flowers came flying into her face. She screamed, and I — I kissed her, just for a cure, you know. And she blushed till her cheeks were pinker than the pinkest apple blow. —Kait^ Putnam Onffotij. pOME, let us plant the apple tree: Cleave tlie tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there .Sift the dark mold with kindly care. And press it o'er them tenderly. As round the sleeping infant's feet We softly fold the cradle sheet; So plant we the apple tree. What plant we in this apple tree.' Buds, which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays; Boughs where the thrush, with crimson breast. Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest; We plant, upon the sunny lea, A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower. When we plant the apple tree. —Bryant. TF others be as fair, What are their charms I neither know nor care. For thou art all to me. 21 'Afr
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