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pointed that the bright golden flowers were so ill- 
natured, and she remembered that the little Ane¬ 
mone in the meadow, had told her that some of 
her cousins were used for medicine, and that med¬ 
icine must not be trifled with. She knew how good 
it was in God to make medicines to cure the sick, 
and she did not believe that he gave the flowers 
their bitter and caustic qualities except to do good 
with, though this ill-tempered Ranunculus tried to 
make her think otherwise. 
She recollected all that the cruciform flowers of 
the turnip, the cabbage, the radish and the mustard 
in the kitchen garden had told her. Even they, 
which are so useful and good to eat, have qualities 
which can only be safely used for medicine, and 
must not be rashly meddled with. The umbellif¬ 
erous flowers that are poisonous when wild, can be 
cultivated and made good food for man—such as the 
