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The seeds of Calendula, Marygold, bend up like a hairy caterpillar, with their prickles bridling outwards, and may thus deter some birds or insects from preying upon them. Salicornia also assumes an animal similitude. Phil. Bot. p. 87. See note on Iris in additional notes; and Cypripedia in Vol. Many males and many females live together in the same flower.
My daughter, Mademoiselle Moissart, she marry von Monsieur Voissart, and de name is bot ver respectaable name." "Moissart?" I exclaimed, "and Voissart! Why, what is it you mean?" "Vat I mean? I mean Moissart and Voissart; and for de matter of dat, I mean Croissart and Froisart, too, if I only tink proper to mean it.
Woodville's Med Bot. SALVIA officinalis. GREEN AND RED SAGE. Herb. E. D. Its effects are, to moderately warm and strengthen the vessels; and hence, in cold phlegmatic habits, it excites appetite, and proves serviceable in debilities of the nervous system. The red sage, mixed with honey and vinegar, is used for a gargle in sore throats.
The boy bringing the gold to me, I went immediatlie to the gentlewomans chamber, and told her, it was probable Lambert haveing quarterd in that house, as indeed he had, some of his servants might have hid that gold; and if so, it was lawfullie mine; bot if she could make it appeare it belongd to her, I should immediatlie give it her.
"What broke the rein?" he asked of Carter as they neared the buggy; "what started thim goin'?" "Somebody was in the old stand," Carter replied, as putting his foot on the step he raised himself and the dead weight of the limp man. "There, steady, Ned. Pull the cushion down in the bottom. Now ye've got it. Bot' t'umbs! it's as good as an ambulance. I'll hold his head in me lap, an' ye drive.
The unlucky Baron here made his first mistake: without waiting for his more diplomatic friend to reply, he answered hastily, “Ach, no, it is bot a cold.” Lady Grillyer’s expression changed. “A cold!” she said. “Dear me, that can’t be so very serious, Baron.” “It is a bad cold,” said the Baron.
“Vell, vat shall ve do?” he asked. “Let us come first to Liverpool Street Station, if you don’t mind, Baron,” his friend suggested. “I have something in the cloak-room there I want to pick up.” “My dear Bonker, I shall go vere you vill; bot remember I vant to-day more instrogtion and less entertainment.” “You wish to see the practical side of English life?” “Yah—zat is, yes.” Mr Bunker smiled.
Dey had a scrap, each t'inkin' de odder guy was after de jools, an' not knowin' dey was bot' sleut's, an' now one of dem's bin an' taken de odder off, an'" there were tears of innocent joy in Spike's eyes "an' locked him into de coal-cellar." "What on earth do you mean?" Spike giggled helplessly. "Listen, boss. It's dis way. Gee! It beat de band!
Eleanor, she vill also ven I see her. Leave it to me." "You won't go to-day?" "To-morrow, Bonker, I swear I vill for certain!" Bonker pondered. "Hang it!" he exclaimed. "The worst of it is, I've pledged myself to go upon a visit." The Baron listened to the tale of his incipient romance with the greatest relish. "Bot go, my friend!
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