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illdilotUS ill bet. Natural Order: Leguminosce — Pulse Family. 
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TALL herb, passing frequently under the cognomen of Sweet- 
tZfr scented Clover, the Melilot used to be cultivated in gardens 
t ^ ie fragrance ot its foliage, as well as its flowers, which it 
retains for a long time in a dried state. By many it was con- 
gp*,2£^ sidered as desirable to place among clothing, as the famed 
5 la vender and roseleaves was by the belles of the last cen- 
l&JiAury. It is usually about three feet high, and in an uncultivated state 
pT'*' is found in meadows, particularly in soils left by running streams, in 
llpw which it seems to delight. The flowers are small, arranged up and 
J||^down the stem in the style of a loose raceme, and in color white, 
H|jjwith a slight tinge of yellow intermixed. It derives its name from the 
l||y Greek, and signifies honey lotus. 
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AND now philanthropy! thy rays divine 
1 1 Dart round the globe from Zembla’s to the line; 
O’er each dark prison plays the cheering light, 
Like northern lusters o’er the vault of night. 
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— Darwin. 
ATET was she not profuse, but fear’d to waste, 
And wisely managed that the stock might last; 
That all might be supplied, and she not grieve 
When crowds appear’d she had not to relieve; 
Which to prevent, she still increased her store; 
Laid up, and spared, that she might the more. 
•—Dry den. 
WOULD bring balm, and pour it in your wound; 
Cure your distemper’d mind, and heal your fortunes. 
—Dry den. 
TN faith and hope the world will disagree, 
But all mankind’s concern is charity: 
All must be false that thwart this one great end, 
And all of God that bless mankind or mend. 
— Pope. 
THE primal duties shine aloft, like stars; 
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, 
Are scatter’d at the feet of man, like flowers. 
— Wordsworth. 
AND when the sickly taper shed 
Its light through vapors damp confined, 
Hushed as a seraph’s fell thy tread, 
A new Electra by the bed 
Of suffering human kind, 
Pointing the spirit in its dark dismay 
To that pure hope which fadeth not away. 
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— Whittier. 
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