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Citrus medica. Natura Orver: Awranticee—Orange Family. 
IGHT or nine feet high in its native seats in tropical climates, 
|, the Citron differs but slightly in appearance from the lemon 
“and orange trees, with which we are familiar, though only 
as house shrubs. The foliage is evergreen, the flowers resem- 
x, bling the orange blossom; the fruit is fragrant, the pulp being 
’ acid like the lemon, and grateful and cooling to the taste. 
The trees of this class are all easily grown in the conservatory, and 
) in Louisiana and Florida in the open air, yielding a delightful perfume 
when in bloom. It gets its distinctive title, medica, from the two 
essential oils (citron and cedrat) which it yields. 
Qarringg. 
O power in death shall tear our names apart, 
As none in life could rend thee from my heart. 
—Byron. 
OME from the woods with the citron flowers, HEN on thy bosom I recline, 
Come with your lyres for festal hours, Enraptured still to call thee mine, 
Maids of bright Scio! They came, and the breeze To call thee mine for life, 
Bore their sweet songs o’er the Grecian seas; I glory in the sacred ties, 
They came, and Endora stood robed and crowned Which modern wits and fools despise, 
The bride of the morn, with her train around. Of husband*and of wife. 
—Mrs. Hemans. —Lindley Murray. 
HE citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing 
Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh 
Of low, sweet summer winds the branches wooing 
With music through their shadowy bowers went by; 
Music and voices from the marble halls 
Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain falls. 
—Mrs. Hemans. 
CROSS the threshold led, Shining within, when all without is night; 
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, A guardian angel o’er his life presiding, 
ly His house she enters, there to be a light Doubling his pleasure, and his cares dividing. 
—Rogers. 
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