CHAPTER XX. 
Not one of Flora’s brilliant race 
A form more perfect can display ; 
Art could not feign more simple grace, 
Nor Nature take a line away. 
Yet, rich as mom of many hue, 
When flashing clouds through darkness strike* 
The Tulip’s petals shine in dew, 
All beautiful, yet none alike. 
Montgomery. 
T. 
Tamarisk . 
Tansy (Wild) . 
Teasel. 
Tendrils of Climbing 
Plants . 
Crime. 
I declare war against you. 
Misanthropy. 
Ties. 
