Halsamine, 
Impatiens balsamina. Narurar Orper: Balsaminacee —Fewel-Weed Family. 
«S ADY-SLIPPER, or the ordinary Balsam, is familiar to all as 
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a product of our gardens. It is a native of the East Indies, 
and is worthy of notice. Within the last few years the 
a , double varieties have been grown as pot-plants, in which 
state they require very rich soil, and to have the tip of 
“the main branch pinched off, when it will throw out side 
branches and form larger plants. They appear in every variety of 
color, and the fancy ones are streaked or mottled, many of them 
being nearly as double as the blossoms of that beautiful shrub the 
camelia japonica. The seed-pods burst when slightly pressed, from 
which circumstance they receive their Latin name, Jmpatiens, nol’ me 
tangere (impatient, touch me not). 
Ampatience, 
HAT! canst thou not forbear.me half an hour? 
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, 
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear 
That thou art crown’d—not that I am dead. 
— Shakespeare. 
WRETCHED soul, bruised with adversity, REACH patience to the sea, when jarring winds 
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; Throw up her swelling billows to the sky! 
But were we burdened with like weight of pain, And if your reasons mitigate her fury, 
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. My soul will be as calm. — Smith. 
— Shakespeare. 
O, then, my song, speed swiftly to her; Out of the depths of the soul comes sorrow; 
Sing to her, plead with her late and long; But, out of the depths of these days that cease, 
Hover around her, and gently woo her; May come, like light ‘round the feet of the morrow, 
Perhaps she will hear thee some day, O Song! _—Love’s soft glory, our love’s calm peace. 
- Barton Grey. 
H! how impatience gains upon the soul, 
When the long-promised hour of joy draws near! 
\ How slow the tardy moments seem to roll! —Mrs, Tighe. / 
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Laren ae 
