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Jllilliulus lllO 5 fl)atU 0 . Natural Order: Scrophulariacece—Figwort Family. 
UT few things in nature have the odor of musk, particularly 
in the vegetable kingdom; and this little, unobtrusive plant, 
so delicate and fragile, is cultivated for this property, other¬ 
wise it would be passed by for its more showy sisters; yet 
its blossoms look like drops of yellow gold among its pale- 
green leaves. It is a native of Oregon. The other varieties 
the Mimulus are grown for their curious and striking flowers, 
which are usually yellow, velvety, and spotted with crimson, maroon, or 
brown. They are well adapted for garden or house culture, but require 
moisture, and a little shelter from the scorching sun. Mimulus is derived 
from the Greek mitno , signifying an ape, from the grinning appearance 
of the corolla. Another variety is known as the Mimulus ringens, or 
Monkey-flower. 
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HUNDRED thousand welcomes! I could weep, 
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy; welcome. 
— Shakespeci re. 
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HERE ’S not a fiber in my trembling frame AATHEN lovers meet in adverse hour, 
That does not vibrate when thy step draws near; V V ’Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower, 
There ’s not a pulse that throbs not when I hear A watery ray an instant seen, 
Thy voice, thy breathing, nay, thy very name. Then darkly-closing clouds between. 
—Frances Kemble Butler. 
AND doth not a meeting like this make amends 
^ ^ For all the long years I’ve been wand’ring away 
To see thus around me my youth’s early friends, 
As smiling and kind as in that happy day? 
— Scott. 
fT gives me wonder, great as my content, 
■ To see you here before me. —Shakespeare. 
'p'HE joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence, 
Else who could bear it? 
— Rowe. 
; N that same place thou hast appointed me 
' Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. 
— Shakespeare. 
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