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Dianthus carpophpllus. Narurar Orver: Caryophyllacee— Pink Family. 
"MONG the most delightful of all our flowers are the Carna- 
tions, in all their diverse colors, being called the flower of 
% Jove or Jupiter, the chief god among the Romans, whence its 
name— Los, of Zeus, or Jupiter, and anthos, a flower; the 
2,4 distinctive epithet is also from two other Greek words, 
, WWkaruon, a nut, and phyllon, a leaf. They are variously called 
Pp) Wi, bizarres, flakes, or picotees, according to their colors and markings, 
i Fai ° being spotted, striped or plain. The varieties number, it is said, over 
HA: four hundred, and many of them yield the exquisite odor of the clove, 
eor other sweet perfume. 
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Gontempt, 
ND where his frown of hatred darkly fell, 
Hope withering fled—and mercy sigh’d farewell! 
—Byron. 
| ARSH scorn hath hail’d thy blighted name, HALL it not be scorn to me 
Thou frail but lovely thing; To harp on such a molder’d string? 
And the precious flower of fame I am sham’d through all my nature 
Is slowly withering! —Mrs. Norton. To have lov’d so slight a thing. —Tennyson. 
HINK not there is no smile 
I can bestow upon thee. There is a smile, 
A smile of nature too, which I can spare, 
And yet perhaps thou wilt not thank me for it. 
--Foanna Baillie. 
AKE back, take back thy promises; To vibrate at affection’s touch, 
Take back, take back thy love, 
They say ‘tis all ideal bliss 
With such sweet joy again. 
Then give me back the light, warm heart 
Fleeting as sunbeams move; T held in youth’s bright morn; 
And that 'twill quickly pass away, It can’t endure indifference, 
And not a chord remain ’Twould break beneath thy scorn. 
—Mrs. Locke, 
ENCE! Leave my door! 
I know thee not, dark woman! Hence away! —Mrs. Sigourney. 
75 ik 
