CHAPTER XX. 
TULIP—FAME. 
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 morn of many hue, 
When flashing clouds through darkness strike. 
The Tulip’s petals shine in dew. 
All beautiful, yet none alike. Montgomery. 
T. 
Tamarisk. Crime. 
Tansy (Wild). I declare war against 
you. 
Teasel . Misanthropy. 
Tendrils of Climbing 
Plants., ... Ties. 
