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dibit's ninra. Natural Order: Coniferce — Pine Family. 
PRUCE is the name applied by Linnaeus to all of the species 
comprehended under the genus Abies, but later botanists malce 
a somewhat different classification. Spruces, firs, pines, balsams 
and hemlocks are all closely allied. This variety of Spruce 
is an inhabitant of the northern part of the United States, 
where it attains the altitude of seventy and sometimes eighty 
feet, rearing upward a towering, pyramidal head. Some of the 
mountain forests in the colder latitudes are almost wholly composed 
^ of it. The trunk is straight; the wood is light, yet strong and 
elastic, and is employed many ways in architecture, but is not as val¬ 
uable as the White Spruce. The essence is produced by boiling the 
tops of the Abies nigra in water, then concentrating by evaporation. 
F AREWELL, then, thou loved one—O, loved but too well, 
Too deeply, too blindly for language to tell! 
— Charles Feimo Hoffman. 
F AREWELL, my home, my home no longer now, AND now farewell, farewell! I dare not lengthen 
Witness of many a calm and happy day; ^ mnmpnte tn ornaft on thpp 
And thou, fair eminence, upon whose brow 
Dwells the last sunshine of the evening ray, 
Farewell! Mine eyes no longer shall pursue 
The westering sun beyond the utmost height, 
When slowly he forsakes the fields of light. 
— Southey. 
These sweet moments out; to gaze on thee 
Is bliss indeed, yet it but serves to strengthen 
The ldve that now amounts to agony; 
This is our last farewell. • — Mrs. Welby. 
Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget. 
— Shakespeare. 
T7AREWELL! I will omit no opportunity 
^ That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 
— Shakespeare. 
W ITH that wringing my hand he turns away; 
And tho’ his tears would hardly let him look, 
Yet such a look did through his tears make way 
As show’d how sad a farewell there he took. 
— Daniel. 
'T'lIEN came the parting hour, and what arise 
When lovers part — expressive looks, and eyes 
Tender and tearful — many a fond adieu, 
And many a call the sorrow to renew. 
Crabbe. 
