58 ABOUT ORCHIDS. 
Godseff did not like it at all. One who beheld the 
sight when those fields of Odontoglossum burst 
into bloom might well entertain a doubt whether 
improvement was possible. There is nothing to 
approach it in this lower world. I cannot forbear 
to indicate one picture in the grand gallery. 
Fancy a corridor four hundred feet long, six 
wide, roofed with square baskets hanging from the 
glass as close as they will fit. Suspend to each of 
these—how many hundreds or thousands has 
never been computed—one or more garlands of 
snowy flowers, a thicket overhead such as one 
might behold ina tropic forest, with myriads of 
white butterflies clustering amongst the vines. 
But imagination cannot bear mortal man thus far. 
‘Upon the banks of Paradise” those “ twa clerks ” 
may have seen the like; yet, had they done so 
their hats would have been adorned not with “the 
birk,” but with plumes of Odontoglossum citros- 
mum. 
I have but another word to say. If any of the 
class to whom I appeal incline to let “I dare not 
wait upon I would,” hear the experience of a bold 
enthusiast, as recounted by Mr. Castle in his small 
brochure, “ Orchids.” This gentleman had a fern- 
case outside his sitting-room window, six feet long 
by three wide. He ran pipes through it, warmed 
