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perfectly comfortable in the garden, if only you give it 
a select corner in light peaty soil, in a position, for 
precaution’s sake, where spring winds and rains may not 
too violently assault the delicate fabric of the flower. 
Sisyrinchium striatum, to warn my readers, is totally 
different ; in growth big and coarse, like a German Iris, 
with crowded spikes of stupid little straw - coloured 
blooms. This likes an ordinary dryish border—and doesn’t 
deserve it. Not unlike Stsyrinchium anceps, again, is 
the Blue Rush of Provence. <Aphyllanthes monspeliensis 
is true to the name, forming a rushy tuft, indistinguishable 
from a Juncus, and then erupting into big open cups of 
soft clear blue. This delight, however, is not a bog- 
plant. You will find it in the woods between Cannes 
and Grasse; in cultivation it likes a warm, sheltered 
corner in rich sandy peat, where it grows more beautiful 
every year. 
To return to our native bog-plants; the Sundews, all 
very much alike, and all, therefore, to be treated of under 
Drosera rotundifoha, are pretty and interesting, though 
not brilliant. Evil little things they are, with their 
carnivorous habit. One wonders what crime the past 
lives of Drosera can have held, that now the race should 
be compelled to dree so ominous and unpleasant a weird 
of murder and fraud. When will the Sundews be free of 
the burden, through some self-sacrificing individual plant 
who shall starve to death rather than take life, and so 
redeem his race into the happier paths of peace and 
virtue? Not to pursue such high inquiries beyond what 
is fitting, I will merely add that the Sundews are not 
hard to establish in wet moss, and that their flower-spikes 
always promise much more than they perform, only one 
or two blooms opening at a time on the uncurling 
crozier, and never producing any fine unanimous effect of 
blossom. ‘The exotic Droseras, such as beautiful, rosy- 
