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Cagcnaiia inilgaris. 



Natural Order: Cucurbitaccce — Gourd Family. 



NOWN scientifically as Lagenaria, from the Latin lagcna, a 

 bottle, the common Bottle Gourd, or Calabash, is familiar to all. 

 It grows like a round ball, gradually extended into a handle. 

 When ripened, a slice is cut from one side, and the seeds are 

 ■^removed, thus forming a very convenient vessel for dipping 

 y water, for which purpose it was used in early times. There 

 are upward of fift}- ditierent kinds of this interesting plant, all of 

 I . r •< them being natives of tropical countries. Some are large and gro- 

 \7y''?\j tesque, others small, fanciful, delicate, beautiful in shape and color, and 



, OTthy of enthusiastic admiration. Hawthorne said they were " worthy 



being wrought in enduring marble." 



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E who, from zone to 

 Guides through the 

 In the long way that I i 

 Will lead my steps 



yet I know past all doubting, truly — 

 knowledge greater than grief can dim — 

 ,-, as lie loved, he will love duly, 

 I, better — e'en better than I love him; 



flight. 



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Y winged boat, 

 A bird afloat, 

 wims round the purple peaks remote: 

 Round purple peaks 

 It sails, and seeks 

 lue inlets and their crystal creeks, 

 Where high rocks throw, 

 Through deeps below, 

 pROM the low earth round you. 

 Reach the heights above you; 

 From the stripes that wound you. 

 Seek the loves that love you. 



zone, 



boundless sky thy 



nust tread alone 



aright. —Willimn ClllU-i, Bryam. 



And as I walk by the vast, calm river 



The awful river so dread to see, 

 I say, "Thy breadth and thy depth forever 

 Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.' 

 — 'jean Itiffelow. 

 A duplicated golden glow. 

 Far, vague, and dim. 

 The mountains swim; 

 While on \'esuvius' misty brim. 

 With outstretched hands 

 The gray smoke stands, 

 O'erlooking the volcanic lands. 



—Thomas Buchanan Read. 



God's divinest burneth plain 



Through the crystal diaphane 

 Of our loves that love you. 



— Elizabeth Barrett Brou-niii^. 



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