. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. l^Jea--B^^yJe-et. 1 £atl)nrUS OllOratUS. Natlral Okder: Lcoi,,iihtoscv — Pii/se Family. ATII\RUS ODORATUS, or Sweet Pea, is one of the Aoiiteb of olden times, that has been crowded out b}- more LLnt novelties; but as fashions rotate, old things return to us > ntw , so now we hope these really-beautiful flowers will *^^u , <i<r,un come to the front, and press their claims upon all " "''flower-loving people. They are most excellent for screens 01 arbors (whence the botanical name, from the Greek lathon, Ij'
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. l^Jea--B^^yJe-et. 1 £atl)nrUS OllOratUS. Natlral Okder: Lcoi,,iihtoscv — Pii/se Family. ATII\RUS ODORATUS, or Sweet Pea, is one of the Aoiiteb of olden times, that has been crowded out b}- more LLnt novelties; but as fashions rotate, old things return to us > ntw , so now we hope these really-beautiful flowers will *^^u , <i<r,un come to the front, and press their claims upon all " "''flower-loving people. They are most excellent for screens 01 arbors (whence the botanical name, from the Greek lathon, Ij'ing hid), inan\ of them growing to the height of six feet; and although not produtmg as much leafage as the morning glory, they fully make up foi the lemissness by the abundance and fragrance of their blossoms. Thc\ aie mostU Irom tropical climates, being natives of Ceylon, Sicily, and Jiarbar}'. In color they are white, purple, blue, nearly black, and variegated; and are most easy of J)$p3rlitr^. BUT whv do And her ev ' Because I fear tou go?" said the ladv ile both sate under the yew; ;s were ahve in the 'ou," he answered; depth, because vou kraken beneath re far too fair. And able to strangle mj- soul in a mesh of your gold-colored ha QO, closing his heart, the judge rode on, And Maud was left in the field alone. QING on! we sing in the glorious weathe ^ Till one steps over the tinv strand, So narrow, in sooth, that still together On either brink we go hand in hand. Tlie beck grows wider, the hands must se\' On either margin, our songs all done, — Whittier. W'e move apart, while she singeth ever. Taking the course of the stooping sun. He prays, "Come over" — I may not follow; I cry, "Return!" but he cannot come; We speak, we laugh, but with voices hollow; Our hands ai-e hanging, our hearts are numb. -Jean Iiigelo-. TJERE are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight — With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white. And taper fing
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