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new species, which now make more than half the value of 
the book. 
The second volume, rich as the first in genera and species 
known only from the distant West, and through the same 
intrepid searcher of plains and mountains, is far from possess- 
‘ing the same value as the first, and, for the reason intimated 
at the outset. It is not the medium of original publication. 
The familiar quotation marks which, throughout the first 
volume where they so abound, tell us we are reading the dis- 
coverer’s own descriptions of his plants, are wanting. Another 
work is now cited for the benefit of those who may wish to 
read just what Nuttall wrote. It was a misfortune for this 
volume that his manuseript of all those hosts of new Com- 
posite could not be secured for its pages. He had now pub- 
lished them in the Transactions of the American Philosophi- 
eal Society, in a volume not to be found in, or obtained for, 
every library where it may be needed ; though it will be indis- 
pensable to every one who may in the future wish to study 
critically all or any part of the vast subject of West American 
Composite. 
Concerning Nuttall’s part in the authorship of the Flora 
there is more that might be told. The pages of the first 
volume suggest other matters of interest in this connection, 
but we pass them. Enough has been said, it may be, to direct 
attention to the subject of the immense services which this 
man rendered to our science in this country. There was need 
of this; because the name and reputation of Nuttall have not . 
been carefully sustained among us in recent years. The man 
had been by nature so largely endowed as to possess a little 
individuality among men, an individuality, indeed, too strong 
to be suppressed by the forces which conventionalism usually 
brings to bear with success upon even eminent scholars and 
scientific men. At home, perfectly and happily so, on mount- 
ain or in forest, or anywhere amid the haunts of nature, in 
town or city, the library and laboratory walled him in. He 
lived a recluse, and, had eccentricities. When the poet’s soul, 
which hardly: less than the naturalist’s was his, had spoken its 
