Cranberry, 
Oxpcoccus palustris. NaruraL Orvrr: Zricacee—Heath Family. 
BO EARLY every one is familiar with the handsome, bright and 
\’ glossy fruit of the Cranberry, which is so frequently exposed 
for sale in our markets, and from which such luscious jellies 
and appetizing tarts are concocted. The literal translation 
«from the Greek would be sour-berry, from oxus, acid, and 
kokkos, berry, than which nothing could be more appropriate. 
It is also called moss-berry, or moor-berry, as it thrives best in low, 
y_ boggy grounds, such as will-o’-the-wisp delights to dance over, and 
PASS where the soil sucks up water like a sponge. The shrub being 
i 22, ® procumbent, or trailing, creeps along the ground, and under cultiva- 
tion forms dense masses, yielding an abundant product. The flowers 
ey are of a light pink, and are clustered near the tips of the branches. 
There is also a variety called the Upland Cranberry. 
Hardihood, 
HE mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, 
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. 
— Shakespeare. 
MIGHTY man is he, PON his ample shoulders 
With large and sinewy hands; Clangs loud the four-fold shield, 
And the muscles of his brawny arms And in his hand he shakes the brand 
Are strong as iron bands. Which none but he can wield. 
— Longfellow. —Lord Macauley, 
ET fortune empty all her quiver on me, 
I have a soul that, like an ample shield, 
Can take it all, and verge enough for more. 
—Dryden. 
IKE a mountain lone and bleak, Through the cold and blighting air, 
With its sky-encompass’d peak, Up to heaven, 
Thunder riven, Is the soul that feels its woe, 
Lifting its forehead bare, And is nerved to bear the blow. 
f —Mrs. Hale, 
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Vg —— 
