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of the different trees together, and presenting the most gay and brilliant assemblage of blossoms, varying from every shade of pink and purple to the purest white.
These blossoms
are larger, but very similar in size and form, to the convolvolus-major of Great Britain,— some of these vines run up as high as fifty feet. On one side of the house, and close to it, was a very large Pois-Doux tree: it has a papilionaceous purple blossom, resembling the everlasting pea, and bears not very large pods, with small brownish-black peas, enclosed in a sort of white cotton-looking pulp, which is very sweet.
Children are fond of sucking it, and it
is perfectly harmless; but to birds it is a great attraction,— they open the shell and pick out the pulp, but evidently do not eat the seeds, as they are found lying under the tree.
Every
morning this tree was literally like an aviary, so full was it of birds of all shapes, hues, and sizes. Many were exceedingly beautiful in their plumage; but the parrots, gay as they look, make a horrible chattering, and are far from