©i'gl'OCCUS palllStrtS. Natural Order: Ericacecz—Heath Family. 
NEARLY every one is familiar with the handsome, bright and 
glossy fruit of the Cranberry, which is so frequently exposed 
pfor sale in our markets, and from which such luscious jellies 
and appetizing tarts are concocted. The literal translation 
from the Greek would be sour-berry, from oxus, acid, and 
fpfb kokkos, berry, than which nothing could be more appropriate. 
It is also called moss-berry, or moor-berry, as it thrives best in low, 
boggy grounds, such as will-o’-the-wisp delights to dance ovei, and 
where the soil sucks up water like a sponge. The shrub being 
procumbent, or trailing, creeps along the ground, and under cultiva¬ 
tion forms dense masses, yielding an abundant product. 1 he flowers 
are of a light pink, and are clustered near the tips of the branches. 
There is also a variety called the Upland Cranberry. 
T 
HE mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, 
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with tear. 
— Shakespeare. 
\ MIGHTY man is he, 
A With large and sinewy hands; 
And the muscles of his brawny arms 
— Longfellow. 
Are strong as iron bands. 
L TPON his ample shoulders 
7 Clangs loud the four-fold shield, 
And in his hand he shakes the brand 
Which none but he can wield. 
—Lord Macauley. 
I ET fortune empty all her quiver on me, 
^ I have a soul that, like an ample shield, 
Can take it all, and verge enough for more. 
— Dry den. 
T IKE a mountain lone and bleak, 
C' With its sky-encompass’d peak, 
Thunder riven, 
Lifting its forehead bare, 
Through the cold and blighting air, 
Up to heaven, 
Is the soul that feels its woe, 
And is nerved to bear the blow. 
— Mrs. Hale, 
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