CHAPTER XVI. 
POPPY—CONSOLATION. 
From a Poppy I have taken 
Mortal’s halm and mortal’s bane, 
Juice that, creeping through the heart, 
Deadens every sense of smart; 
Doomed to heal, or doomed to kill, 
Fraught with good, or fraught with ill. 
Mrs. Robinson. 
Palm . 
Pansy . 
Parsley 
Pasque Flower 
Passion Flower 
P. 
... Victory. 
... Thoughts. 
... Festivity. 
... You have no claims. 
... Religious superstition. 
