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Without naming species, it may be said that nearly all the plants had 

 succulent, fleshy leaves — golden-rods, asters, and other composites were 

 especially noticed. The most curious plant was the samphire iSaliconiia) , 

 which had no leaves, but only thick, succulent stems, in the joints of 

 which the flowers were imbedded. It was quite a surprise to find the 

 common white melilot in bloom on the thirteenth of September. On 

 closer examination it was found that the leaves were about twice as thick 

 as usual on account of the salt in the ground water. C. E. Waters. 



Miscellany. 



We learn from Science that Dr. Augustin Gattinger, the well-known 

 botanist of Tennessee, died on July 15 at the age of 77 years. 



Professor Henry Griswold Jesup, of Dartmouth College, a sub- 

 scriber to this journal from its inception, and author of many papers on 

 the local flora, died recently. 



Mr. Frederick V. Coville, Botanist of the U. S. Department of 

 Agriculture, has sailed for Europe, where he will visit the leading botan- 

 ical gardens and museums. 



Dr. F. H. Knowlton, Editor-in-chief of The Plant World, has 

 gone to southwestern Colorado for the purpose of collecting fossil plants. 

 He expects also to secure a number of photographs of the Colorado flora, 

 some of which may appear in our pages later. 



A YOUNG floral friend, as she calls herself, in sending me a little 

 plant of the white asclepia, A. verticillata, writes, besides other interest- 

 ing items : "I found a showy orchis and a friend of mine a beautiful 

 yellow lady's slipper. I was not so fortunate as she. The showy orchis, 

 of which I sent you a little blossom last summer, is perfectly beautiful 

 this year. I wish you could see it. It is very large, but only one plant, 

 and it stands in such a dreadful place. In order to get at it one must be 

 waterproof. It grows behind a rock in a swamp surrounded by poke- 

 weed and wild azalea. I have waded out to it twice. ' ' (She has not torn it 

 up, as the general rule is, for many flower collectors, and ought to have 

 a medal as a silent member of the society for the preservation of our rare 

 native flowers.) She further says, " our meadows, some of them, are 

 fairly red with painted cups {.Castil/eia cocciiiea) and the mountain laurel 

 has been beautiful." Thoreau did not like the name of "painted cup " 

 for this glowing red beauty. He wished it might be better called "flame 

 of flower, or scarlet tip," as the tips of the leaves seem to be dipped into 

 some scarlet tincture. — Wilhelmme Seliger, in the Hartford Times. 



