ee
will bear its beautiful flowers from May all through the summer; but
generally the tree is so pruned that it cannot flower. It should be
pruned like a Banksian Rose, and other plants that bear their flowers on
last year's shoots, _i.e._, simply thinned, but not cut back or spurred.
With this treatment the branches may be allowed to grow in their natural
way without being nailed in, and if the single-blossomed species be
grown, the flowers in good summers will bear fruit. In 1876 I counted on
a tree in Bath more than sixty fruit; the fruits will perhaps seldom be
worth eating, but they are curious and handsome. The sorts usually grown
are the pure scarlet (double and single), and a very double variety with
the flowers somewhat variegated. These are the most desirable, but there
are a few other species and varieties, including a very beautiful dwarf
one from the East Indies that is too tender for our climate
out-of-doors, but is largely grown on the Continent as a window plant.

FOOTNOTES:

[219:1] In illustration of Juliet's speech Mr. Knight very aptly quotes
a similar remark from Russell's "History of Aleppo," adding that a
"friend whose observations as a traveller are as accurate as his
descriptions are graphic and forcible, informs us that throughout his
journeys in the East he never heard such a choir of nightingales as in a
row of Pomegranate trees that skirt the road from Smyrna to Bondjia."

[220:1] In a Bill of Medicines furnished for the use of Edward I.
1306-7, is--

"Item pro malis granatis vi. lx s.
Item pro vino malorum granatorun xx lb., lx s."

_Archaeological Journal_, xiv, 27.

[220:2] See Prescott's "Ferdinand and Isabella," vol. iii. p. 346, note
(Ed. 1849)--the arms of the city are a split Pomegranate.

[221:1] "Names of Herbes," s.v. Malus Punica.

POMEWATER, _see_ APPLE.

POPERING, _see_ PEAR.

POPPY.

_Iago._

Not Poppy or Mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ownedst yesterday.

_Othello_, act iii, sc. 3 (330).

The Poppy had of old a few other names, such as Corn-rose and
Cheese-bowls (a very old name for the flower), and being "of great
beautie, although of evil smell, our gentlewomen doe call it Jone
Silverpin." This name is difficult of explanation, even with Parkinson's
h