CHAPTER XYI. 
POPPY—CONSOLATION. 
From a Poppy I have taken 
Mortal’s halm and mortal’s bane, 
Juice that, creeping through the heart, 
Deadens every sense of smart; 
Doomed to heal, or doomed to kill, 
Fraught with good, or fraught with ill. 
Mrs. Robinson. 
P. 
Palm . 
-Ptinsy ... ... ... 
Parsley . 
Pasque Flower ... 
Passion Flower 
Victory. 
Thoughts. 
Festivity. 
You have no claims. 
Religious superstition 
