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Updated: June 4, 2025
Every plot shows anomalous individuals, red or white flowers among a field of blue, normal among laciniated, single among double and so on. The most curious instance is afforded by dwarf varieties, where in the midst of hundreds and thousands of small individuals of the same height, some specimens show twice their size. So for instance, among the dwarfs of the larkspur, Delphinium Ajacis.
"Lady Larkspur" was the name assumed by the daughter of a recluse naturalist in the valley of Virginia. She had known no life but that of the open country, where she ran wild all summer, aiding her father in collecting plants and butterflies.
"Better get your hand in!" Mr. Smith got in slowly and departed from the ward, sitting bolt upright, gripping the sides with his hands. Some of the wards and the Sisters' bunks are charming at this time of the year, now that larkspur and rambler-roses are cheap in the market. But the love of decoration is not woman's alone.
There is a species of Larkspur which represents the hyacinth of the poets in preserving the memory of this event, the Delphinium Ajacis Ajax's Larkspur. It was now discovered that Troy could not be taken but by the aid of the arrows of Hercules. They were in possession of Philoctetes, the friend who had been with Hercules at the last and lighted his funeral pyre.
'She's coming! cried the Larkspur. 'I hear her footstep, thump, thump, thump, along the gravel-walk! Alice looked round eagerly, and found that it was the Red Queen. 'She's grown a good deal! was her first remark. She had indeed: when Alice first found her in the ashes, she had been only three inches high and here she was, half a head taller than Alice herself!
It might have begun earlier, in the time Seyavi of the campoodie tells of, when antelope ran on the mesa like sheep for numbers, but scarcely any foot-high herb rears itself except from the midst of some stout twigged shrub; larkspur in the coleogyne, and for every spinosa the purpling coils of phacelia.
Don't you remember my telling you?" He leaned forward to stroke the shining braids. "And your eyes?" "Like the larkspur that grows in the garden." "I know your dear mother's eyes." He touched her face gently as he spoke. "Your skin is so smooth is it fair?" "Yes, Daddy." "I think you must be beautiful; I have asked Miriam so often, but she will not tell me.
He is a crack shot, and besides he knows Larkspur Creek from end to end, and it will save you a lot of hunting around to have him by to give information." "And where can we find Jack Wumble? "The last I heard of him he was in Chicago. He is rather a reckless man, and when he has money is apt to spend it in gambling. But his heart is true blue and honest to the core."
People on this occasion wore chaplets of mugwort and vervain, and they looked at the fire through bunches of larkspur which they held in their hands, believing that this would preserve their eyes in a healthy state throughout the year. As each departed, he threw the mugwort and vervain into the fire, saying, "May all my ill-luck depart and be burnt up with these."
Larkspur was a man who rarely answered even the simplest question until he had turned the subject over in his mind, and carefully studied every word that had been said to him. He was a man who made caution the ruling principle of his life, and he looked at every creature he encountered in the course of his career as an individual more or less likely to take him in. The boast of Mr.
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