the American Botanist 



VOL. XXII JOLIET, ILL., AUGUST, 1916 No. 3 



Tfow from the thyme upon the height, 

 Jtnd from the elder blossoms white, 

 j4nd pale dog roses in the hedge, 

 jfnd from the mint plant on the ledge, 

 Sn puffs of balm the night air blows 

 TJhe perfume which the dag forgoes, 

 find on the pure horizon far, 

 See, pulsing with the first-born star 

 "Uhe liquid sky above the hill. 



Uhe evening comes, the field is still. 



— Matthew Arnold. 



THE BLACKBERRY LILY 



By Willard N. Clute. 



[ F one desires to see the blackberry lily (Pardanthus Chi- 

 ■ nciisis) at its best, it is likely that he will have to visit 

 some old-fashioned garden where new styles in flowers are 

 slow to penetrate. Here in some sunny corner, in company 

 with bleeding hearts, asphodels, foxgloves and other plants 

 dear to our grandmother's hearts, he may find its yellow-green 

 sword-shaped leaves and branching trusses of curiously mot- 

 tled flowers adding their note to- the prevalent air of quaint- 

 ness. Judged by standards of beauty alone, the blackberry lily 

 must yield to many a denizen of the modern garden, and no 

 -longer finds favor in the eyes of cultivators, but undisturbed 

 -'by this change in public opinion, it has slipped through the 



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