Cifriro. 
€ttrttS lllCLltfU. Natural Order: Auranticece — Orange Family. 
IGHT or nine feet high in its native seats in tropical climates, 
the Citron differs but slightly in appearance from the lemon 
^Tand orange trees, with which we are familiar, though only 
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as house shrubs. The foliage is evergreen, the flowers resem- 
^ bling the orange blossom; the fruit is fragrant, the pulp being 
acid like the lemon, and grateful and cooling to the taste. 
The trees of this class are all easily grown in the conservatory, and 
in Louisiana and Florida in the open air, yielding a delightful perfume 
when in bloom. It gets its distinctive title, medica , from the two 
essential oils (citron and cedrat) which it yields. 
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AT O power in death shall tear our names apart, 
As none in life could rend thee from my heart. 
— Byron. 
POME from the woods with the citron flowers, 
^ Come with your lyres for festal hours, 
Maids of bright Scio! They came, and the breeze 
Bore their sweet songs o’er the Grecian seas; 
They came, and Endora stood robed and crowned 
The bride of the morn, with her train around. 
— Mrs. Hemans. 
TIT HEN on thy bosom I recline, 
V Enraptured still to call thee mine, 
To call thee mine for life, 
I glory in the sacred ties, 
Which modern wits and fools despise, 
Of husband and of wife. 
—Lindley Murray. 
T'HE citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing 
Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh 
Of low, sweet summer winds the branches wooing 
With music through their shadowy bowers went by; 
Music and voices from the marble halls 
Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain falls. 
— Mrs. Hemans. 
ACROSS the threshold led, 
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, 
His house she enters, there to be a light 
Shining within, when all without is night; 
A guardian angel o’er his life presiding, 
Doubling his pleasure, and his cares dividing. 
— Rogers. 
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