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" And rich pomegranate, wrapt in dulcet pulp 

 " Their racy seeds, or where the citron's bough, 

 " Bent with its load of golden fruit mature." 



In these gardens I made considerable additions to a collection 

 of near two hundred specimens of seeds I had preserved from the 

 trees, shrubs, and flowers at Baroche, and different parts of Guze- 

 rat; many of which have since flourished in the conservatory at 

 Stanmore-hill. There I have had the pleasure of beholding the 

 tamarind-tree, custard-apple, and cotton-plant, flourishing with the 

 ginger, turmerick, and coffee; and have gathered ripe guavas from 

 a tree entwined by the crimson ipomea, the lovely Mhadavi-cveeper 

 of the Hindoos; encircled by the changeable rose (hibiscus muta- 

 bilis) the fragrant mogree, attracting alhinna, and sacred tulsee. 

 I have not succeeded with the mango, which, in larger conserva- 

 tories, has not only blossomed, but produced fruit; in those belong- 

 ing to the Duke of Northumberland, and perhaps in some others. 

 The fruit, I believe, did not arrive at full maturity ; the blossoms 

 were in perfection and richly scented. The amrah, or bloom of 

 the mango, is mentioned among the five warm flowers in which the 

 arrows of Cama Diva, the Hindoo god of love, are said to be 

 dipped, as formerly mentioned in the hymn to that deity. 

 " Sweetly," says another tender lamentation, " delightful are the 

 flowers of the amra on the mountain top, while the murmuring 

 bees pursue their voluptuous toil : delightful, yet afflicling to 

 me, O friend, in the absence of the youthful Kesava! I am not 

 the terrible Mahesa: a garland of water lilies, with subtle threads, 

 decks my shoulders ; not serpents with twisted folds. The blue 

 petals of the lotos glitter on my neck, not the azure gleam of poi- 



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