Lobelia, 
Lobelia fulgens. Narurar Orver: Lobeliacee —Lobelia Family. 
is difficult to select from this class of plants the one pos- 
sessing the most claims to our attention, as they are all 
ie exceedingly pretty, though very diverse in habit. Some of 
them grow upright, others spread their slender branches in 
s, the most wanton manner. There are about eighty species 
SCIZS of them, which, with the exception of about a dozen, are 
natives of the Cape of Good Hope. These have been improved by 
hybridizing. The flowers of most of them are an exquisite blue, a few 
are white, and others are of the different shades of crimson, purple, 
maroon and scarlet. The delicate varieties are fine for hanging-baskets, 
tthe upright ones for garden or window culture. 
Qateuntence. 
E hated men too much to feel remorse, 
And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call, 
To pay the injuries of some to all. —Byron. 
Ce keep my way alone, and burn away — SEE thou art implacable, more deaf 
Evil or good I care not, so I spread To prayers than winds and seas; yet winds and seas 
Tremendous desolation on my road; Are reconciled at length, and sea and shore; 
I'll be remember’d as huge meteors are; Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages, 
From the dismay they scatter. —Proctor, Eternal tempest, never to be calm. —Milton. 
HERE are some things I cannot bear, 
Some looks which rouse my angry hate, 
Some hearts whose love I would not share, 
Till earth and heaven were desolate. — wits. 
UT turn the heart’s sweet current into gall, Grows venomous and fiery, and beneath 
No earthly power can heal the deadly flow; Its blasting influence are wither’d up 
°T will poison the affections, till the blood The springs of love and hope. —Mrs. Hale. 
HEY did not know how hate can burn 
In hearts once changed from soft to stern. 
—Byron. ’ 
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