186 ABOUT ORCHIDS. 
Cypripediums of quaint form and striking half- 
tones of colour; Oncidiums which droop their 
slender garlands a yard long, golden yellow and 
spotted, purple and white—a hundred tints. The 
crown of the rock bristles all along with 
Cattleyas, a dark-green glossy little wood against 
the sky. The Zvianes are almost over, but here 
and there a belated beauty pushes through, white 
or rosy, with a lip of crimson velvet. Mosst@s 
have replaced them generally, and from beds three 
feet in diameter their great blooms start by the 
score, in every shade of pink and crimson and 
rosy purple. There is Lwlza elegans, exterminated 
in its native home, of such bulk and such luxuri- 
ance of growth that the islanders left forlorn might 
almost find consolation in regarding it here. Over 
all, climbing up the spandrils of the roof in full 
blaze of sunshine, is Vanda teres, round asa pencil 
both leaves and stalk, which will drape those bare 
iron rods presently with crimson and pink and 
gold... The way to our farmyard is not like 
others. It traverses a corner of fairyland. 
We find a door masked by such a rock as that 
faintly and vaguely pictured, which opens on a 
broad corridor. Through all its length, four 
hundred feet, it is ceilinged with baskets of 
1 | was too sanguine. Vanda deres refused to thrive. 
