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CiHUStruni Uulciarc. Natural Order: Oleacece — Olive Fatiii/y. 



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^^\~X/^^J^ ROLiPb of the common Privet, or Prim, are frequently found 



//?/ y |^i,j, |-|j,^jr the tields and pastures in the New England States, 



md as far west as New York. It is a hard}- shrub, from 



si\ to eight feet high, with small, delicate foliage, of a rather 



sombei green, and strong, yellow, matted or tangled roots. 



The flowers are white, blooming in conical bunches, similar 



< « «, to ilie hlac, and are succeeded by a polished, black, bitter berry, that 



•^v;^*',-^)' shows in strong contrast in winter's snow. It is well adapted for 



^J^i-'V ^ hedges, for which it is usually propagated by cuttings, although it is 



7! «r'""{~° sometimes grown from seed. Noxious insects seldom' disturb or destroy 



Atf>,^^ the foliage of this bush, as they do some others that are used for the 



^^^^same purpose. The wood is hard and compact, and when large enough 



can be used in the arts, and is sometimes burned for charcoal for gunpowder. 



From the berries is obtained a rose tint used for staining maps. The Privet is 



a very ancient shrub, as in Virgil we find the mention of Alba Ligustra, White 



Privets, and in Columella, Ligiistnini niorum, the Black Privet. There are 



several varieties with white, j-ellow and green berries, some being from China, 



Japan and tlie East Indies. 



q^HEN in the name of God, and all these rights, 

 ■'■ Advance your standards, draw vonr willing swords. 



'piGER with tiger, bear with bear, you'll find And forge that steel by which a man is slain. 



In leagues oftensive and defensive joined; Which earth at first for plowshares did aftbrd, 



But lawless man the anyil dares profane. Nor yet the smith had learned to form a sword. 



— Tatt. 



TTI-S sword, edg'd %vith defense of right and honor, 

 *■ ^ Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too; 

 And kill as deadly. —Beamnont and FUlcher. 



■pEHOLD! I haye a weapon; That with this little arm and this good sword 



•'-^ A better never did itself sustain I have made my way thro" more impediments 



Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the d,i\. Than twenty times your stop. —Shaliespeare. 



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