AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 99 
They said her cheek of youth was beautiful, 
Till withering sorrow blanched the white rose there. 
Matuein. 
The withered frame, the ruined mind, 
The wreck by passion left behind, 
A shrivelled scroll, a scattered leaf, 
Seared by the autumn blast of grief! 
Byron. 
No words suffice the suffering soul to show; 
For Truth denies all eloquence to Wo! 
Byron. 
GENEROSI T Y. 
ORANGE-TREE. 
This is a very ancient genus, and combines many excellences 
in its species; it is a handsome evergreen; it has most odorif¬ 
erous flowers, and brilliant, fragrant, and delicious fruits. 
Loudon observes, that “it is one of the most striking of fruit¬ 
hearing trees, and must have attracted the notice of aboriginal 
man long before other fruits of less brilliancy, but of more nu¬ 
triment or flavour. The golden apples of the heathens, and 
forbidden fruit of the Jews, are supposed to allude to this fam¬ 
ily, though it is remarkable that we have no authentic records 
of any species of citrus having been known to, certainly none 
were cultivated by, the Romans.” In the latter part of the 
seventeenth century, it was a very fashionable tree in conser¬ 
vatories, where few exotics of other sorts were at that time to 
