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Summer Savory, 
Satureja hortensis. Narurar Orver: Ladiate —MVint Family. 
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Sc FTALY is the native seat of the Satureja. It belongs to a 
family of highly aromatic, pungent herbs, most members of 
gz which are very useful to mankind for their tonic and febri- 
fugal properties. Several of them—as the thyme, sage, the 
A. marjoram and the Summer Savory—are cultivated as herbs, 
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i ye POS and are used for seasoning soups, or for dressing of fowls 
ie and other meats. There is a species sometimes found native in the 
e) Western States, but it is considered a rare plant, and is perhaps the 
is Satureja run wild. The name savors of the Satyrs, a class of beings 
y ee in Greek mythology that apparently represented the luxuriant vital 
powers of nature. 
Sureess. 
PPLAUSE waits on success; the fickle multitude, 
Like the light straw that floats along the stream, 
Glide with the current still, and follow fortune. 
—Franklin. 
WELLS within the soul of every artist T is success that colors all in life; [honest. 
More than all his efforts can express, Success makes fools admired, makes villains 
And he knows the best remains unuttered, All the proud virtue of this vaunting world 
Sighing at what we call success. Fawns on success and power, howe’er acquired. 
—Adelaide A. Proctor. —Thompson. 
9“PIS not in mortals to command success, 
But we'll do more, Sempronius, we ’ll deserve it. 
Addison. 
UCCESS, the mark no mortal wit, IRTUE without success 
Or surest hand, can always hit; Is a fair picture shown by an ill light; 
For, whatsoe’er we perpetrate, But lucky men are favorites of heaven: 
We do but row, we’re steer’d by fate. All own the chief when fortune owns the cause. 
—Butler. —Dryden. 
MILE and we smile, the lords of many lands; 
Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; 
For man is man and master of his fate. —Tennyson. 
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