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lowing a path in the side of it, which at the top, by crossing 
a field takes one into a network of Janes—it was in one of 
these lanes I came on a bank adorned with these flowers. I 
believe they are very rarely found here, these are the only ones 
Ihaye ever seen. I may mention that this same lane abounds 
with a variety of wild flowers, the Wood Sorrel (Oxalis aceto- 
sella), the White Dead Nettle (ZLamium album), the Yellow 
Weasel Snout (Galeobdolon luteum), Primroses, Violets, Blue 
Bells, Lychnis, Bugle, and some lovely ferns. 
A walk through the Alkham valleys will well repay the 
Botanist ; it is one of our richest localities. Leading from 
the main road, on the left hand side, is a wood full of Lent 
Lilies (Pseudo Narcissus). This year I found them open as 
early as the z5th of February, but I warn whoever goes in 
search of them to be provided with strong boots, and clothes 
warranted not to tear, for they are guarded by the most for- 
midable of thistles, and the most vicious of brambles ; many 
a shriek has proceeded from the luckless young friends I have 
sometimes taken with me in my excursions, and I really cannot 
describe the various accidents which have befallen them. 
To return to the hills above Folkestone. They abound 
with early and late Spider Orchis (Ophrys aranifera and O. 
arachnites), the Bee Orchis (O. apifera), the Ladies’ Tresses 
(Neottia spiralis), Dwarf Orchis, &c., &c.; so also the Little 
Milkwort (Polygala vulgaris) in endless variety of colour, the 
Yellow Rock Rose (Helianthemum vulgare), the Perfoliate 
Yellow Wort, and varieties of the Bellflower ; in fact, so great 
a variety is there to be found, that on one occasion I counted 
40 kinds of flowers open at one time in a distance of about 
100 yards. I must mention that on the Canterbury road, not 
far from the Chalk Pit, I have found the sweet Milk Vetch 
(Astralagus glycyphyllos). The only other places near here 
that I have found it in, are near Aldington and above Bra- 
bourne on the road to Wye. We come now to May, that 
delicious month to the lovers of Nature, and especially rich 
for the Botanist. I hear in a wood near Etching Hill that 
the Solomon’s Seal (Convallaria multiflora) is to befound. I 
determine to find it. It is a very dense wood on the side of 
a hill, and necessitates crawling along, on hands and knees, 
uphill; but away we go. How lovely is the moss, {now full 
of Primroses—now full of Bluebells. What is that crawling 
