. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. BALSAM. The Yellow Balsam has been found at Fountain's Abbey, Yorkshire; in Westmoreland, and in Surrey, but rarely; it is an annual, blooming in the hot months of July and August. The flowers, and especially the capsules, merit close inspection. When ripe, the seed-vessels, if touched however lightly, instantaneously separate at the base and curl backward, jerking the seeds to a considerable distance, whence it has acquired the common name of Touch-me- not. Darwin thus notices this peculia
. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. BALSAM. The Yellow Balsam has been found at Fountain's Abbey, Yorkshire; in Westmoreland, and in Surrey, but rarely; it is an annual, blooming in the hot months of July and August. The flowers, and especially the capsules, merit close inspection. When ripe, the seed-vessels, if touched however lightly, instantaneously separate at the base and curl backward, jerking the seeds to a considerable distance, whence it has acquired the common name of Touch-me- not. Darwin thus notices this peculiarity:— " With fierce distracted eye Impatiens stands, Swells her pale cheeks and brandishes her hands; With rage and hate the astonished groves alarms, And hurls her infants from her frantic ; Impatience is a very common and ruinous folly. A writer in the popular serial, St. Paul's, says, "the greatest of all waste of time is hurry. Impatience is the robber of time; whereas procrastination, as we know by the copybooks, is a mild and gentle thing, whose petty larcenies are ac- companied by no violence. Impatience is always rushing headlong into tangled and thorny thickets to explore some promising and picturesque short-cut to nowhere. Impatience is always on the point of finding a fool's paradise in a mare's nest. Impatience goes on from failure to failure, attempting to make silk purses out of sows' ears. Impatience keeps tossing over new acquaintances in a perpetually dis- appointed rapture of anticipation of ideal perfection; like some insane bee buzzing about in search of a flower which should be entirely constructed of white wax and clarified ;. 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 Tyas, Robert, 1811-1879. London, New York, G. Routledge and sons
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