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the dullest speckled slate-colour imaginable. ‘The type 
of their whole race is the common Swertia perennis ; all 
the others are hardly distinguishable, and the sole recom- 
mendation of the family is the absolute ease with which 
any and all of them will prosper in even the wettest parts 
of the bog. 
I know no Evythraea for the bog; those bright heads 
of clear pink Gentians are specially adapted for em- 
bellishing the bare, dry downs of southern England ; 
culture, as a rule, they resent. Cicendia, or Gentiana, 
pusilla I have collected in Swiss bogs, and vainly sought 
on Dorset moors, following that ominous trail of Mrs. 
Yeobright and ill-starred, tragic Eustacia. This Cicendia, 
very delicate and frail, is hardly a plant for the garden, 
if ever it could be induced to grow there. Nor are the 
Campanulas of any great note for the choice, high-Alpine 
bog. The moraine is their pet nursery; Scheuchzeri, 
however, thrives in wet marsh, pusilla is tolerant, and our 
own dainty little hederacea is the sweetest of bog-trailers, 
with wee bells of pale blue on invisible, thread-like stems. 
This, however, is hard to establish, and must, I think, 
have tough, coarse grasses to ramble through and seek 
cover in before it can be made truly and permanently 
happy. Few things can be lovelier than the mixture of 
this delicate, gentle azure, with the delicate, gentle flesh- 
pink of Anagallis tenella, another wee native marsh-plant, 
which by a happy touch of nature is often found with 
the Campanula in wet places of the West. The Bog- 
pimpernel, near cousin of the Primulas, is an absolutely 
prostrate thing, creeping about with branches of glossy 
little round green leaves arranged in pairs. In due time, 
in summer, these are hidden from sight by a profusion of 
stemless flowers, large, starry, of an exquisite shade of 
pale rose. I have seen the Anagaillis on Surrey heaths ; 
I have seen it on a wet rock in the Lakes, where Ruskin 
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