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SUantljua C(UJ10pl)1)lluS. Natural Order: Caryophyllacece—Pink Family. 
MONO the most delightful of all our flowers are the Carna- 
'p. tions, in all their diverse colors, being called the flower of 
f^Jove or Jupiter, the chief god among the Romans, whence its 
name— JJios, of Zeus, or Jupiter, and anthos , a flower; the 
i> distinctive epithet is also from two other Greek words, 
fyfckaruon, a nut, and -phyllon , a leaf. They are variously called 
res, flakes, or picotees, according to their colors and markings, 
potted, striped or plain. The varieties number, it is said, over 
hundred, and many of them yield the exquisite odor of the clove, 
other sweet perfume. 
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AND where his frown of hatred darkly fell, 
^ Hope withering fled — and mercy sigh’d farewell! 
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ARSH scorn hath hail’d thy blighted name, 
'hou frail but lovely thing; 
And the precious flower of fame 
Is slowly withering! —Mrs. Norton. 
— Byron. 
it not be scorn to me 
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^ To harp on such a molder’d string? 
I am sham’d through all my nature 
To have lov’d so slight a thing. —Tennyson. 
'T'HINK not there is no smile 
1 I can bestow upon thee. There is a smile, 
A smile of nature too, which I can spare, 
And vet perhaps thou wilt not thank me for it. 
—Joann a Bail lie. 
'T'AKE hack, take back thv promises; 
1 Take hack, take back thv love, 
They say ’tis all ideal bliss 
Fleeting as sunbeams move; 
And that ’twill quickly pass away, 
And not a chord remain 
To vibrate at affection’s touch, 
With such sweet joy again. 
Then give me back the light, warm heart 
I held in youth’s bright morn; 
It can’t endure indifference, 
’Twould break beneath thy scorn. 
— Mrs. Locke. 
ENCE! Leave my door! 
I know thee not, dark woman! Hence awav! 
— Mrs. Sigourney. 
