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and their colour! Imagine long narrow bugles of a tender 
soft violet, and then lip and hood and open throat all of 
the clearest, purest azure blue—blue as a Gentian or a 
Myosotis. ‘The tone in itself is a glory; the combina- 
tion is a very miracle. And, planted out everywhere, in 
all places and conditions of good drainage and light warm 
soil, the Pentstemon bids fair to show itself a sound, 
hearty perennial, breaking anew (at least we hope so) 
each season from the base. 
Of the larger Mimulus I can never muster much love 
for cupraeus or for cardinalis; cardinalis appears to me 
to have flowers quite inadequate in size for the robust 
leafiness of the plant; while there is something— 
shape, or shade, about the blossoms of cupraeus that 
never quite appeals to me, though it makes a gorgeous 
show round my pond in August. But our native or 
naturalised alien, Mimulus luteus, with his big yellow, 
brown-freckled Gloxinias, well deserves one’s affection. 
Even more deserving are two most splendid dwarf-grow- 
ing hybrids, Brilliant and Model, of which Brilliant is of 
a flaming velvety crimson scarlet, while Model, even 
more lovely in my eyes, is of the hottest possible salmon- 
rose. Both these make carpets round my pond, and are 
a perfect blaze of glory all the summer, not to mention 
that they pull to pieces and propagate heartily from the 
smallest fragments. ‘Then, of the little ones, there is the 
neat, dainty yellow-flowered Langsdorffi from the Rockies, 
and two minute species, radicans and primuloeides, moun- 
taineers from wet places, I fancy, of which radicans has 
violet and white flowers, and primuloeides abundance of 
small yellow ones. They both creep and shrink along the 
ground—and, either I have been away during their great 
days—or else they have never had any great days; at 
all events my impressions of them are not by any means 
striking. 
