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^TlbicS uilira. Natltkal Order: Conif era;— Pine Family. 



PRUCE is the name applied by Linnaeus to all of the species 



comprehended under the genus Abies, but later botanists make 



a somewhat diflerent classification. Spruces, tirs, pines, balsams 



and hemlocks are all closely allied. This variety of Spruce 



is an inhabitant of the northern part of the United States, 



where it attains the altitude of sevent}- and sometimes eighty 



feet, rearing upward a towering, pyramidal head. Some of the 



mountain forests in tlie colder latitudes are almost wholl}- composed 



of it. The trunk is straight; the wood is light, yet strong and 



elastic, and is employed many ways in architecture, but is not as \-al- 



uable as the White Spruce. The essence is produced by boiling the 



tops of the Abies nigra in water, then concentrating by evaporation. 



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.\REWELL, then, thou 

 Too deeply, too blindly 



led one — O, loved but too 

 ■ language to tell ! 



—C/,ar/es F,i. 



,ell, 



>AREWELL, 



Witness of many a calm and happy day; 

 And thou, fair eminence, upon whose brow 



Dwells the last 



of the ev 



mg 



Farewell! Mine eyes no longer shall pursue 

 The westering sun beyond the utmost height. 

 When slowly he forsakes the fields of light. 



PAREWELL! : 



-'■ That may conve\- n 



liriTH that wringing my hand he turns away; 

 ' * And tho' his tears would hardly let him look. 

 Yet such a look did through his tears make wav 

 As show'd how sad a tarewell there he took. 



Hnff,„„„. 



AND now farewell, farewell ! I dare not lengthen 

 These sweet moments out; to gaze on thee 

 Is bliss indeed, yet it but serves to strengthen 



The love that now amounts to agon3-; 

 This is our last farewell. _ i/r.. Wetbv 



to toi-get. 



-Du,M. 



Farewell, thou canst not tea 



ill omit no opportunity 

 my greetings, love, to thee. 



— Sliahespeare, 



'T'HEN came the parting hour, and what arise 

 When lovers part — expressive looks, and eyes 

 Tender and teartul — many a fond adieu. 

 And many a call the sorrow to renew. 



— Crabbe. 



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