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# The Botanical Magazine/Volume 1/1

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Iris Persica. Persian Iris.
Class and Order.
Triandria Monogynia.
Generic Character.
Specific Character and Synonyms.
A native of Persia. Flowers in February and March. Its beauty, early appearance, and fragrant blossoms, make it highly esteemed by all lovers of flowers; like the Hyacinth or Narcissus it will blow within doors in a water-glass, but stronger in a small pot of sand, or sandy loam; a few flowers will scent a whole apartment: it will also blossom in the open air, but requires warmth and shelter; it is propagated by offsets and seeds; the best flowering roots are imported from Holland, they bear forcing well; and hence this plant may be had to flower a full month or six weeks in succession.
Parkinson remarks, that in his time (1629) it was very rare, and seldom bore flowers.
# The Botanical Magazine/Volume 1/12

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Dodecatheon Meadia. Mead's Dodecatheon, or American Cowslip.
Class and Order.
Octandria Monogynia.
Generic Character.
Specific Character and Synonyms.
This plant grows spontaneously in Virginia and other parts of North America, from whence, as Miller informs us, it was sent by Mr. Banister to Dr. Compton, Lord Bishop of London, in whose curious garden he first saw it growing in the year 1709.
It is figured by Mr. Catesby, in his Natural History of Carolina, among the natural productions of that country, who bestowed on it the name of Meadia, in honour of the late Dr. Mead, a name which Linnæus has not thought proper to adopt as a generic, though he has as a trivial one.
"It flowers the beginning of May, and the seeds ripen in July, soon after which the stalks and leaves decay, so that the roots remain inactive till the following spring.
"It is propagated by offsets, which the roots put out freely when they are in a loose moist soil and a shady situation; the best time to remove the roots, and take away the offsets, is in August, after the leaves and stalks are decayed, that they may be fixed well in their new situation before the frost comes on. It may also be propagated by seeds, which the
# The Botanical Magazine/Volume 1/14

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Primula villosa. Mountain Primula.
Class and Order.
Pentandria Monogynia.
Generic Character.
Specific Character and Synonyms.
Mr. Miller, in the Sixth Edition of the Abridgment of his Gardener's Dictionary, mentions only four Primulas, exclusive of the Auricula, the two first of which are named erroneously, and of the two last not a syllable is said either as to their place of growth or culture.
The plant here figured, has been introduced pretty generally into the Nursery-Gardens in the neighboured of London within these few years: Mr. Salisbury informs me, that a variety of this plant with white flowers, brought originally from the Alps of Switzerland, has for many years been cultivated in a garden in Yorkshire.
It is not noticed by Linnæus: Professor Jacquin, in his Flora Austriaca, has figured and described a Primula, which, though not agreeing so minutely as could be wished with the one we have figured, is nevertheless considered by some of the first Botanists in this country as the same species; he gives it the name of villosa, which we adopt, though with us it is so slightly villous as scarcely to deserve that epithet.
It varies in the brilliancy of its colours, flowers in April, and will succeed with the method of culture recommended for the Round-Leaved Cyclamen.
# The Botanical Magazine/Volume 1/11

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Erica herbacea. Herbaceous Heath.
Class and Order.
Octandria Monogynia.
Generic Character.
Specific Character and Synonyms.
Since the days of Mr. Miller, who, with all his imperfections, has contributed more to the advancement of practical gardening than any individual whatever, our gardens, but more especially our green-houses, have received some of their highest ornaments from the introduction of a great number of most beautiful Heaths: the present plant, though a native of the Alps and mountainous parts of Germany, is of modern introduction here, what renders it particularly acceptable, is its hardiness and early flowering; its blossoms are formed in the autumn, continue of a pale green colour during the winter, and expand in the spring, flowering as early as March, especially if kept in a green-house, or in a common hot-bed frame, which is the more usual practice.
It may be propagated by seeds or cuttings, the latter is the most ready way of increasing this and most of the other species of the genus: when the cuttings have struck root, they should be planted in a mixture of fresh loam and bog earth, either in the open border, under a wall, or in pots.
The name of herbacea, which Linnæus has given to this plant, is not very characteristic, but it should be observed, that Linnæus in this, as in many other instances, has only adopted the name of some older botanist; and it should also be remembered, that in genera, where the species are very numerous, it is no easy matter to give names to all of them that shall be perfectly expressive.
This species does not appear to us to be specifically different from the mediterranea.
# The Botanical Magazine/Volume 1/15

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Narcissus Jonquilla. Common Jonquil.
Class and Order.
Hexandria Monogynia.
Generic Character.
Specific Character and Synonyms.
The fragrant Jonquil is a native of Spain, flowers in the open ground, about the latter-end of April, or beginning of May, and will thrive in almost any soil or situation, but prefers, as most bulbs do, a fresh loamy earth; indeed such a soil is favourable to the growth of most plants, as being exempt from a variety of subterraneous insects, which are apt to infest ground which has been long cultivated.
It is found in the gardens with double flowers.
Our plant accords exactly with the description of Linnæus, above quoted, but must be carefully distinguished from some others very similar to it.
# The Botanical Magazine/Volume 1/17

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Cactus flagelliformis. Creeping Cereus.
Class and Order.
Icosandria Monogynia.
Generic Character.
Specific Character and Synonyms.
Grows spontaneously in South-America, and the West-Indies, flowers in our dry stoves early in June, is tolerably hardy, and will thrive even in a common green-house, that has a flue to keep out the severe frosts.
It is superior to all its congeners in the brilliancy of its colour, nor are its blossoms so fugacious as many of the other species.
No plant is more easily propagated by cuttings; these Miller recommends to be laid by in a dry place for a fortnight, or three weeks, then to be planted in pots, filled with a mixture of loam and lime rubbish, having some stones laid in the bottom of the pot to drain off the moisture, and afterwards plunged into a gentle hot-bed of Tanners bark, to facilitate their rooting, giving them once a week a gentle watering: this business to be done the beginning of July.
It is seldom that this plant perfects its seeds in this country: Miller relates that it has borne fruit in Chelsea gardens.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 166

Jesus before the Sanhedrim. Nicodemus pleads for justice; he shows the incompetency of the witnesses. The council fail to declare Jesus guilty, but Caiaphas, the presiding judge, declares him guilty. The mob maltreat Jesus. He is taken to Pilate's court.
1. When Jesus would not speak, Caiaphas stood before the Jewish mob and said,
2. Bind fast the prisoner, for he must go before the great Sanhedrim of the Jews to answer for his life.
3. We cannot execute a criminal until our findings have been verified by this, the highest council of the Jews.
4. As soon as it was day the highest council of the people met; the Lord and his accusers stood before the bar.
5. Caiaphas was the chief; he rose and said, Let the accusers of this man from Galilee bring forth their charges and their evidence.
6. Caiaphas' scribe stood forth and read the charges and the names of those who had accused the man from Galilee.
7. And all the witnesses were made to stand and testify before the council of the Jews.
8. And then the lawyers weighed the evidence, and Nicodemus stood among the men who plead.
9. He raised his hands and said, Let justice now be done, though every scribe and Pharisee and priest and Sadducee, as well as Jesus, the accused, be judged a liar.
10. If we can prove this Jesus to be foe and traitor to our laws and land, let him be judged a criminal and suffer for his crimes.
11. If it be proved that these who testify are perjurers in the sight of God and man, then let the man from Galilee go free.
12. And then he brought the testimonies of the witnesses before the judges of the law; no two of them agreed; In heat of passion, or for gain, the men had testified.
13. The council would have gladly judged that Jesus was a criminal and sentence him to death; but in the face of all the evidence they were afraid.
14. And then Caiaphas said, You man from Galilee, Before the living God, I now command that you shall answer me, Are you the Christ, the son of God?
15. And Jesus said, If I would answer, Yes, you would not hear, nor yet believe,
16. If I would answer, No, I would be like your witnesses, and stand a liar in the sight of man and God. But this I say,
17. The time will come when you will see the son of man upon the throne of power and coming in the clouds of heaven.
18. And then Caiaphas rent his clothes and said, Have you not heard enough? Did you not hear his vile blasphemous words? What further need have we of witnesses? What shall we do with him?
19. The people said, Put him to death. And then the mob rushed up and spit into his face, and struck him with their hands.
20. And then they bound a cloth about his eyes and smote him in the face and said, You are a prophet; tell us who it was who smote you in the face.
21. And Jesus answered not and like a lamb before his shearer he, the man from Galilee, resisted not.
22. Caiaphas said, We cannot put a man to death until the Roman ruler shall confirm the sentence of this court;
23. So take this criminal away and Pilate will endorse what we have done.
24. And then was Jesus dragged along the way up to the palace of the Roman governor.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 17

Jesus talks with the rabbi of the synagogue of Nazareth. He criticises the narrowness of Jewish thought.
1. Now, Rabbi Barachia of the synagogue of Nazareth, was aid to Mary in the teaching of her son.
2. One morning after service in the synagogue the rabbi said to Jesus as he sat in silent thought, Which is the greatest of the Ten Commands?
3. And Jesus said, I do not see a greatest of the Ten Commands. I see a golden cord that runs through all the Ten Commands that binds them fast and makes them one.
4. This cord is love, and it belongs to every word of all the Ten Commands.
5. If one is full of love he can do nothing else than worship God; for God is love.
6. If one is full of love, he cannot kill; he cannot falsely testify; he cannot covet; can do naught but honour God and man.
7. If one is full of love he does not need commands of any kind.
8. And Rabbi Barachia said, Your words are seasoned with the salt of wisdom that is from above. Who is the teacher who has opened up this truth to you.
9. And Jesus said, I do not know that any teacher opens up this truth for me. It seems to me that truth was never shut; that it was always opened up, for truth is one and it is everywhere.
10. And if we open up the windows of our minds the truth will enter in and make herself at home; for truth can find her way through any crevice, any window, any open door.
11. The rabbi said, What hand is strong enough to open up the windows and the doors of mind so truth can enter in?
12. And Jesus said, It seems to me that love, the golden cord that binds the Ten Commands in one, is strong enough to open any human door so that the truth can enter in and cause the heart to understand.
13. Now, in the evening Jesus and his mother sat alone, and Jesus said,
14. The rabbi seems to think that God is partial in his treatment of the sons of men; that Jews are favoured and are blest above all other men.
15. I do not see how God can have his favourites and be just.
16. Are not Samaritans and Greeks and Romans just as much the children of the Holy One as are the Jews?
17. I think the Jews have built a wall about themselves, and they see nothing on the other side of it.
18. They do not know that flowers are blooming over there; that sowing times and reaping times belong to anybody but the Jews.
19. It surely would be well if we could break down these barriers down so that the Jews might see that God has other children that are just as greatly blest.
20. I want to go from Jewry land and meet my kin in other countries of my Fatherland.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 169

Judas is filled with remorse. Hurries to the temple and throws the thirty pieces of silver at the feet of the priests who take it and buy a potter's field. Judas hangs himself. His body is buried in the potter's field.
1. Now, Judas who betrayed his Lord, was with the mob; but all the time he thought that Jesus would assert his power and demonstrate the strength of God that he possessed, and strike to earth the fiendish multitudes and free himself;
2. But when he saw his master on the ground and bleeding from a score of wounds, he said,
3. O God, what have I done? I have betrayed the son of God; the curse of God will rest upon my soul.
4. And then he turned and ran with haste until he reached the temple door; he found the priests, who gave to him the thirty silver pieces to betray the Lord, and said,
5. Take back your bribe; it is the cost price of my soul; I have betrayed the son of God.
6. The priests replied, That matters not to us.
7. Then Judas threw the silver on the floor, and, bowed with grief, he went away, and on a ledge beyond the city's walls he hanged himself and died.
8. In time the fastenings gave way, his body fell into the Hinnon vale and after many days they found it there a shapeless mass.
9. The rulers could not put the price of blood into the treasury, and so they took the thirty silver pieces with which they bought a potter's field,
10. Where they might bury those who had no rights to lie within their sacred grounds.
11. And there they put the body of the man who sold his Lord.
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Pass of the Sierra

THE PASS OF THE SIERRA
All night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below.
The Indian from his lodge of bark, The gray bear from his den, Beyond their camp-fire’s wall of dark, Glared on the mountain men.
Still upward turned, with anxious strain, Their leader’s sleepless eye, Where splinters of the mountain chain Stood black against the sky.
The night waned slow: at last, a glow, A gleam of sudden fire, Shot up behind the walls of snow, And tipped each icy spire.
“Up, men!” he cried, “yon rocky cone, To-day, please God, we ’ll pass, And look from Winter’s frozen throne On Summer’s flowers and grass!”
They set their faces to the blast, They trod the eternal snow, And faint, worn, bleeding, hailed at last The promised land below.
Behind, they saw the snow-cloud tossed By many an icy horn; Before, warm valleys, wood-embossed, And green with vines and corn.
They left the Winter at their backs To flap his baffled wing, And downward, with the cataracts, Leaped to the lap of Spring.
Strong leader of that mountain band, Another task remains, To break from Slavery’s desert land A path to Freedom’s plains.
The winds are wild, the way is drear, Yet, flashing through the night,
Lo! icy ridge and rocky spear Blaze out in moruiug light!
Rise lip, Frémont, and go before; The Hour must have its Man; Put on the hunting-shirt once more, And lead in Freedom’s van!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Palm-Tree

THE PALM-TREE
Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm? Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
A ship whose keel is of palm beneath, Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath, And a rudder of palm it steereth with.
Branches of palm are its spars and rails, Fibres of palm are its woven sails, And the rope is of palm that idly trails!
What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell.
What are its jars, so smooth and fine, But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine, And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?
Who smokes his nargileh, cool and calm? The master, whose cunning and skill could charm Cargo and ship from the bounteous palm.
In the cabin he sits on a palm-mat soft, From a beaker of palm his drink is quaffed, And a palm-thatch shields from the sun aloft!
His dress is woven of palmy strands, And he holds a palm-leaf scroll in his hands, Traced with the Prophet’s wise commands!
The turban folded about his head Was daintily wrought of the palm-leaf braid, And the fan that cools him of palm was made.
Of threads of palm was the carpet spun Whereon he kneels when the day is done, And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!
To him the palm is a gift divine, Wherein all uses of man combine,— House, and raiment, and food, and wine!
And, in the hour of his great release, His need of the palm shall only cease With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.
“Allah il Allah!” he sings his psalm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm; “Thanks to Allah who gives the palm!”
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Prayer-Seeker

THE PRAYER-SEEKER
Along the aisle where prayer was made, A woman, all in black arrayed, Close-veiled, between the kneeling host, With gliding motion of a ghost, Passed to the desk, and laid thereon A scroll which bore these words alone, Pray for me!
Back from the place of worshipping She glided like a guilty thing: The rustle of her draperies, stirred By hurrying feet, alone was heard; While, full of awe, the preacher read, As out into the dark she sped: Pray for me!
Back to the night from whence she came, To unimagined grief or shame! Across the threshold of that door None knew the burden that she bore; Alone she left the written scroll, The legend of a troubled soul,— Pray for me!
Glide on, poor ghost of woe or sin! Thou leav’st a common need within; Each bears, like thee, some nameless weight, Some misery inarticulate, Some secret sin, some shrouded dread, Some household sorrow all unsaid. Pray for us!
Pass on! The type of all thou art, Sad witness to the common heart! With face in veil and seal on lip, In mute and strange companionship, Like thee we wander to and fro, Dumbly imploring as we go: Pray for us!
Ah, who shall pray, since he who pleads Our want perchance hath greater needs? Yet they who make their loss the gain Of others shall not ask in vain, And Heaven bends low to hear the prayer Of love from lips of self-despair: Pray for us!
In vain remorse and fear and hate Beat with bruised hands against a fate Whose walls of iron only move And open to the touch of love. He only feels his burdens fall Who, taught by suffering, pities all. Pray for us!
He prayeth best who leaves unguessed The mystery of another’s breast. Why cheeks grow pale, why eyes o’erflow, Or heads are white, thou need’st not know. Enough to note by many a sign That every heart hath needs like thine. Pray for us!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Poor Voter on Election Day

THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY
The proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I. To-day alike are great and small, The nameless and the known; My palace is the people’s hall, The ballot-box my throne!
Who serves to-day upon the list Beside the served shall stand; Alike the brown and wrinkled fist, The gloved and dainty hand! The rich is level with the poor, The weak is strong to-day; And sleekest broadcloth counts no more Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let pomp and vain pretence My stubborn right abide; I set a plain man’s common sense Against the pedant’s pride. To-day shall simple manhood try The strength of gold and land; The wide world has not wealth to buy The power in my right hand!
While there ’s a grief to seek redress, Or balance to adjust, Where weighs our living manhood less Than Mammon ’s vilest dust,— While there ’s a right to need my vote, A wrong to sweep away, Up! clouted knee and ragged coat! A man ’s a man to-day!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Pine-Tree

THE PINE-TREE
Written on hearing that the Anti-Slavery Resolves of Stephen C. Phillips had been rejected by the Whig Convention in Faneuil Hall, in 1846.
Lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State’s rusted shield, Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner’s tattered field. Sons of men who sat in council with their Bibles round the board, Answering England’s royal missive with a firm, “Thus saith the Lord!” Rise again for home and freedom! set the battle in array! What the fathers did of old time we their sons must do to-day.
Tell us not of banks and tariffs, cease your paltry pedler cries; Shall the good State sink her honor that your gambling stocks may rise? Would ye barter man for cotton? That your gains may sum up higher, Must we kiss the feet of Moloch, pass our children through the fire? Is the dollar only real? God and truth and right a dream? Weighed against your lying ledgers must our manhood kick the beam?
O my God! for that free spirit, which of old in Boston town Smote the Province House with terror, struck the crest of Andros down! For another strong-voiced Adams in the city’s streets to cry, “Up for God and Massachusetts! Set your feet on Mammon’s lie! Perish banks and perish traffic, spin your cotton’s latest pound, But in Heaven’s name keep your honor, keep the heart o’ the Bay State sound!”
Where ’s the man for Massachusetts? Where ’s the voice to speak her free? Where ’s the hand to light up bonfires from her mountains to the sea? Beats her Pilgrim pulse no longer? Sits she dumb in her despair? Has she none to break the silence? Has she none to do and dare? O my God! for one right worthy to lift up her rusted shield, And to plant again the Pine-Tree in her banner’s tattered field!