There is an orange tree, still living and vigorous, in the orangery at Versailles, which is well ascertained to be above 400 years old.

Roman literature by the side of that of Greece resembles a German orangery by the side of a grove of Sicilian orange-trees; both may give us pleasure, but it is impossible even to conceive them as parallel.

The old man obeyed and led us by a winding path through the orangery for upwards of a quarter of a mile.

Bonaparte, the other, the first, the true Bonaparte, had made the "Five Hundred" step out of the windows of the Orangery of Saint Cloud, somewhat embarrassed with their large mantles.