(JDrigcnuntl inajoraua. Natural Order: Labiatce — Mint Family. 
■HEN our grandsires flourished, and almost every plant received 
some familiar, diminutive appellation that seemed to bring it 
^.into closer association with humanity than our now high- 
sounding names, this plant was called Sweet Marjory. It is 
very aromatic, and is grown more frequently as an herb for 
kitchen use than for ornament, and is useful in seasoning various 
articles of food. The flowers are pink, blooming in spikes. It is a 
native of Portugal. There is also a wild variety found in fields, and 
sometimes in the woods, that has nearly white flowers, and much the 
same properties as the other. The literal meaning of the name (from 
the Greek) is “joy of the mountain.” 
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/'''ONFUSION thrill’d me then, and secret joy, 
Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, 
And mantling upward, turned my face to crimson. 
— Brooke. 
r\N Beauty’s lids the gem-like tear 
^ Oft sheds its evanescent ray, 
But scarce is seen to sparkle, ere 
’Tis chased by beaming smiles away; 
Just so the blush is formed — and flies — 
Nor owns reflection’s calm control; 
It comes, it deepens — fades and dies, 
A gush of feeling from the soul. 
—Anne Peyre Dinnies. 
T7ROM every blush that kindles in thy cheek, 
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, 
To revel in the roses. 
'P'OR I that old, old story had told — 
A The story of anxious hopes and fears — 
While over her ringlets’ dark-brown gold 
Was falling a shower of pearly tears — 
— Rozue. 
Tears that hung on her eyelids’ fringe 
Like dew on the fresh-born buds of May — 
And her blushes deepened their roseate tinge, 
As I tenderly kissed those tears away. 
— Sal lie A. Brock. 
AH! little blush that comes and goes, 
Are you a blush, or yonder rose 
I see reflected? —George Cooper. 
