i HoUy. 
— ©cccmbcr 14tb — Foresight. ,, 
Still shoots the holly’s unchanged green, 
But not in barren beauty seen, 
For, clustered o’er that goodly bough. 
Are scarlet berries blushing now. 
Bae. 
Vine. 
— I5tb — PurUlcation. 
Here in this place 
I’ll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace. 
Shakespeare. 
— I6tb — Intoxication. 
Depending vines the shelving caverns screen. 
With purple clusters blushing through the green 
Pertortted St John's j. _ _ Superstltloa 
Hypericum was there, the herb of war. 
Pierced through with wounds and marked with many 
a scar. 
Mistletoe — I8tb — I rise above alL 
Oaks, from whose branches 
Garlands of Spanish moss and mystic mistletoe 
flaunted. 
Such as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets at 
yulet ide. —L ongfell<nv. 
Juniper. — I9tb — Asylum. Succour. 
Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough. 
Spenser. < • 
