TRAWBERRY TREE. Arbutus Unedo. Class 10, DECANDRIA. Order: MONOGYNIA. "We have few shrubs," says Miss Twamley, in her 'Romance of Nature,' "which contribute so much and so constantly to the adornment of our gardens and lawns as this. Its deep glossy evergreen leaves are alone beautiful; but when in Autumn these are gemmed with its clusters of delicate flowers, and the richly-hued ripening fruit, (which is a year in attaining maturity, and so appears with the succeeding blossoms,) I know few objects so beautiful as the Arbutus. PERSEVERANCE. See, like a Ladye in a festal garb, How gaily deck'd she waits the Christmas time! And, shining, rustles in the frost-bright air, Is garlanded with bunches of small flowers, Small bell-shaped flowers, each of an orient pearl With faintest yellow, as if, lit within, There hung a fairy torch in each lamp-flower. Painted by Amphitrite's hands; for they, less white TWAMLEY. Revolt is recreant, when pursuit is brave; MACHEN. That wins each god-like act, and plucks success HAVARD. UNFLOWER. Helianthus Annuus. Class 19, SYNGENESIA. Order: TRIGYNIA. This species of sunflower is a native of Peru and Mexico, where it sometimes grows to the enormous height of twenty feet; and has flowers two feet in breadth. The Helianthus Indicus, or Dwarf Sunflower, is found in Egypt. The remaining species of this genus, 25 in number, are all indigenous to the Western Continent. LOFTY AND PURE THOUGHTS. Where rustic taste at leisure trimly weaves CLARE. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness: SHAKSPEARE. Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on thought; SHAKSPEARE. WEET FLAG. Acorus Calamus. Class 6, HEXANDRIA. Order: MONOGYNIA. Linnæus considered the Sweet Flags the only native aromatic plant of northern countries. The root has a strong spicy smell, and when dried, is used in medicine with much sucThe Turks eat it as a sweetmeat, cess. and consider it preventive of contagion. FITNESS. It was the tall, sweet-scented Flag, I could have deem'd some Fairy hand The falchion-leaves, all long and sharp; Like a Lady's finger, taper, long, In close scale-armour, that was all If you could fancy fairy folk Would mimic work of ours, You'd think their dainty fingers here Had wrought mosaic flowers. The tiny petals neatly form'd, Are each one so exactly shaped, And stamens, like fine golden dust, Mine eyes have never seen! TWAMLEY. |