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T T OME is the sphere of harmony and peace, 
1 The spot where angels find a resting place, 
When, bearing blessings, they descend to earth. 
'IS sweet to hear the watchdog’s honest bark 
— Mrs. Hale. 
T T OME is the resort 
’Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark 
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 
— Byron. 
Supporting and supported, polish’d friends 
And dear relations mingle into bliss. 
— Thompson. 
T LOVE that dear old home! my mother lived there 
1 Her first sweet married years, and last sad widow’d ones. 
The sunlight there seems to me brighter far 
Than wheresoever else. I know the forms 
Of every tree and mountain, hill and dell; 
Its waters gurgle like a tongue I know; — 
It is my home. — Mrs. Frances K. Bvtler. 
IhOfiCt lubiqtnosa. Natural Order: Rosacece—Rose Family. 
«: USTY ROSE is the literal meaning of the Latin botanical name 
of this shrubby plant, the epithet rusty being applied because of 
the parasitic fungus that attaches to it. Familiarly known as 
the Sweetbrier, or Eglantine, it is one of our sweetest native 
roses, so simple and unpretending that it has a home in the 
hearts of all lovers of plants. A golden Eglantine, a violet 
and marigold constituted the three prizes at the Floral Games of Tou¬ 
louse, the most ancient in Europe, which still survive, with the addition 
ot four other prizes, after the lapse of more than four hundred years. 
Planted beneath our windows and around our doors, it freights the 
atmosphere with its odor, and gratifies the eye with its delicate blos¬ 
soms. There are many varieties cultivated, some of which are double. 
Its stem is armed with stout thorns, and the color of the berry when 
ripe is orange red. 
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Bay deep-mouth’d welcome as we draw near home; Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, 
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