. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. i i^ltf*. 1 ^(\at>C Americana. Natural Order: Amaryllidacea:—Amaryllis Family. HIS plant is a native of the tropical portions of America, although the same -species are fo"und in the burning sands of the Eastern Hemisphere. The leaves are thick and fleshy, tapering to a point, and dentate on the edges. They some- times grow as much as six or eight feet in length, each leaf coming out one close above the other, with no interval on the stem. The flower-stalk rises from the center of the surrounding leaves to the heigh
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. i i^ltf*. 1 ^(\at>C Americana. Natural Order: Amaryllidacea:—Amaryllis Family. HIS plant is a native of the tropical portions of America, although the same -species are fo"und in the burning sands of the Eastern Hemisphere. The leaves are thick and fleshy, tapering to a point, and dentate on the edges. They some- times grow as much as six or eight feet in length, each leaf coming out one close above the other, with no interval on the stem. The flower-stalk rises from the center of the surrounding leaves to the height of twenty to thirty feet, bearing on the summit a pyramidal panicle of numberless yellow flowers. Formerly it was said to bloom only once in a century. It is now kno^^'n to bloom from eight years upward, according to the attention given it, and the region where it grows. Another variety, with smaller leaves of almost invisible green, is completely covered with white, bead-like dots, forming a striking contrast to the color on which they %xn\ /^H sorrow! where on earth liast thou not sped ^ Thy fatal arrows! on what lovely head Hast thou not poured, alas! thy bitter phial, And cast a shadow on the spirit's dial. —Atma EsUlle Leivis. T N tears, the heart oppressed with grief, Gives language to its woes; In tears its fullness finds relief, When rapture's tide o'erflows! Who, then, unclouded bliss would seek On this terrestrial sphere. When e'en delight can only speak, Like sorrow, in a tear? —MHastasio. B LF of the ills we hoard within our hearts, Are ills because we hoard them. —Pracior. »UT where the heart of each should beat, There seemed a wound instead of it, From whence the blood dropped to their feet. Drop after drop — dropped heavily. As century follows century Into the lieep eternity. —Elizabfih Barreit AM duml Could mv , as solemn sorr griefs speak, thi ought to be; no end. •^^t^ I. Please note that these images are extracted from scann
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