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fantastical tastes, nor esteemed any thing the more 

 for its being uncommon and hard to be met with. 

 For this reason, I look upon the whole country, in 

 spring time, as a spacious garden, and make as many 

 visits to a spot of daisies, or a bank of violets, as a 

 florist does to his borders or parterres. There is not 

 a bush in blossom within a mile of me which I am 

 not acquainted with, nor scarce a daffodil or cowslip 

 that withers away in my neighbourhood, without my 

 missing it. I walked home in this temper of mind, 

 through several fields and meadows, with an unspeak- 

 able pleasure, not without reflecting on the bounty 

 of Providence, which has made the most pleasing 

 and beautiful objects, the most ordinary and most 



common.' 



Many plants of the woods and meadows remain to 

 be noticed that adorn this month with their flowery 

 glories. Among these in rocky woods ever charming 

 to the eye, is the beautiful Holly (Ilex ayuifolid), 

 whose small white flowers might however be unnoticed 

 but for the multitude of bees humming their song of 

 gladness about them. Marshy spots among the 

 mountains of Wales produce the gay yellow Globe- 

 flower (Trollius Europceus), whose appearance pro- 

 claims broken rocks, rushing streams, and romantic 

 solitudes vocal with water-falls, as we have oft found 

 when our tired foot has rested for a while among the 

 stern secluded fastnesses of Caernarvon and Merio- 

 neth. "Within dark shadowy recesses on the margin 

 of deep burrowing brooks or laved by the murmuring 

 water itself, the bashful "Water Avens ( Geum rivale,) 

 delights to abide, drooping her crimson petals charm- 

 ingly, worth a journey to behold. About groves and 



