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IN, S(O FB) BiB Any, 
ah thing of beauty is a joy forever—its loveliness increaseth,” sang the 
poet Keats, and therein spoke truly, for the remembrance of the beauty 
of Nature’s glories lingers long in our minds, and with memory the 
loveliness increases always as a comparison with the more drab associations of our 
daily life. 
We, whose particular joy lies in the production of glorious blooms, are some- 
times rather prone to overlook the peculiar charm of our native Orchids in our 
enthusiasm for rare exotic blooms. But while we must freely admit that the 
Orchids of South Queensland have not the magnificence of their foreign brethren 
from a horticultural point of view, we can honestly claim that they are pos- 
sessed of great charm when discovered growing in their natural surroundings; and 
some of that charm lingers when they are transferred to grace a tree in a garden, 
or to fill a space in the bushhouse of an Orchid lover. 
Probably the happiest hunting grounds for the Orchid lover who wishes to 
study the native genera in their own haunts are the Main Range and its spurs. 
There are many places on the range where the vandal’s foot has never trodden, 
and here our native Orchids grow in riotous profusion. It is to a few such 
haunts that I wish to take you in thought, and of which I will endeavour to 
paint a few word pictures that may convey to your minds something of the mem- 
ories of loveliness that I carry in mine. 
Dendrobium monophyllum is a dainty little flower with its golden-vellow 
spray of bell-like blossoms, but on account of its small manner of growth we are 
apt to treat it with little regard. Picture, however, a great rock higher than the 
wall of a room, and about 15 feet long, standing a few feet from a precipice, with 
the whole of its eastern face densely covered with myriads of these golden hued 
blossoms gleaming in the morning sun which has just peeped over the eastern 
hills. ‘The dawn rays seem to gain in refulgence as they light upon the blossoms, 
and the air is filled with a delicate fragrance. It is a memory that lingers in my 
mind always—which will remain long after the memories of many of our won- 
derful shows of exotic blossoms have faded into the mistiness of yesterdays. 
I remember another sunrise when I wandered round a corner of a narrow 
ledge on one of the spurs of the Main Range, and saw on the face of the cliff 
just round the bend a great mass of Sarcochilus Hartmannii in full and glorious 
blossom. In the cool crystalline air of a mountain morning they too were a 
sight to cause a catch in one’s throat, and they too are a memory whose loveliness 
ever increaseth. 
LIBRA. 2 
NEW YO 
BOT ARSC 
GARDE 
