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o ANY of my vlGaabese botanical 
recollections relate to Leith Hill 
in Surrey, and the delightful 
valleys of its northern slopes. 
To le on a couch of growing 
heather, doing nothing more than to inhale the 
balsamic odours from the pine woods all around, and 
let the eye wander over the glorious expanse of 
Wealden scenery far below —this, after London, 
would have been a keen delight; but at a time when 
the plant-world was opening out its wonders to me, 
to find myself surrounded here by so many good 
things was an added joy which the mere sightseer 
could not share. Without stirring my own length, 
my eyes, my lens, and my pencil could be occupied 
for hours by the things within reach of my hands. 
I could see the singular green and pink caterpillar of 
the Emperor-moth feeding on the Heath plants, 
watch the gliding leap of the lizard over the Heather 
stems, the visits of endless bees to the inexhaustible 
supplies of nectar in the Heath bottles, and thus be 
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