The Horticulturist and Journal of Rural Art and Rural Taste, Volume 24

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Luther Tucker, 1869 - Country life

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Page 86 - I will be as the dew unto Israel: he shall grow as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Lebanon. His branches shall spread, and his beauty shall be as the olive tree, and his smell as Lebanon. They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the corn, and grow as the vine : the scent thereof shall be as the wine of Lebanon.
Page 61 - That are yellow with ripening grain. They find, in the thick waving grasses, Where the scarlet-lipped strawberry grows. They gather the earliest snowdrops, And the first crimson buds of the rose.
Page 31 - I had crows, but their nests are an irresistible bait for boys, and their settlement was broken up. They grew so wonted as to throw off a great part of their shyness, and to tolerate my near approach. One very hot day I stood for some time within twenty feet of a mother and three children, who sat on an elm bough over my head, gasping in the sultry air, and holding their wings half-spread for coolness. All birds during the pairing season become more or less sentimental, and murmur soft nothings in...
Page 61 - Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and poor become great , And so from these brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and statesman — The noble and wise of the land — The sword, and the chisel, and palette, Shall be held in the little brown hand.
Page 29 - The hollow winds begin to blow, The clouds look black, the glass is low, The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep, The spiders from their cobwebs peep : Last night the sun went pale to bed, The moon in halos hid her head ; The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For, see, a rainbow spans the sky : The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Page 29 - Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry; The distant hills are looking nigh. How restless are the snorting swine ! The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er the grass the swallow wings, The cricket, too, how sharp he sings ! Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws.
Page 61 - ... grows ; They gather the earliest snow-drops, And the first crimson buds of the rose. They toss the new hay in the meadow ; They gather the...
Page 61 - ... as soon as it has other rootlets enough to live upon, and replant it in a shallow earthen pot or pan. The end of the tap-root is generally made to rest on the bottom of the pan, or on a flat stone within it.' Alluvial clay is then put into the pot, much of it in bits the size of beans, and just enough in kind and quantity to furnish a scanty nourishment to the plant. Water enough is given to keep it in growth, but not enough to excite a vigorous habit. So, likewise, in the application of light...
Page 36 - Seek to make your home most lovely — Let it be a smiling spot, Where in sweet contentment resting, Care and sorrow are forgot; Where the flowers and trees are waving, Birds will sing their sweetest songs; Where the purest thoughts will linger, Confidence and love belong.
Page 29 - If St. Paul's Day be fair and clear, It does betide a happy year ; But if it chance to snow or rain, Then will be dear all...

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