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mense masses of the Ulex europceus are everywhere, as well as the 

 Sloe Thorn, diffusing the fragrant perfume of its snowy blossoms 

 on every breeze. Trout are leaping in the lake, and various kinds 

 of water-birds are flying about. Reaching the east bank, which 

 is an artificial one, a deep glen at the south end of the tunnel 

 meets the eye, where a delicious little spring flows from the base 

 of the limestone rock. Here the Prunella vulgaris is very abundant, 

 and where I have also found the P. vulgaris alba ; on the marshy 

 banks of a rivulet that flows down through Knockbay glen, are 

 found the Caliha palustris and several species of the more com- 

 mon Ferns, Lychnis dioica, etc. Ascending from this glen, the 

 rambler can proceed a few hundred yards southwards and take a 

 homeward direction by Knockbay Farm ; on his way he would 

 meet with Ajuga reptans and Anagallis tenella abundantly. He 

 may deck his cap with the badge of the clan M'Donald, Erica 

 cinerea, and his breast with the fragrant Honeysuckle, found here 

 in dense thickets. He shortly reaches Killkerran road, when a 

 quarter of an hour will bring him to his quarters. 



But I must close for the present. I am afraid I have encroached 

 upon your time and space, beyond what my vasciilum of wild- 

 flowers will warrant, on this occasion. I hope my next will be 

 better filled, and that I may be able to inform you of a greater 

 and a rarer catalogue of our local rarities, which while we 

 search for them and study our beautiful wild-flowers, may we be 

 made better and wiser ; may we ever sing with the bard, — 



" Instruct us, Loi'd, 

 Thou Father of the stinbeam and the soul, 

 E'en by the simple sermon of a flower, 

 To live to Thee." 



KENTISH BOTANY. 



Walk from Folkestone to Lyclden Spout, under the Cliff by East- 

 wear Bay, and back to Sandgate, Shornecliff, Seabrooke, and 

 Hythe. 



The morning of the 7th of September was very fine, and soon 

 after six o'clock we were abroad, and wending our way back 

 again by the martello towers, over the clifi" to Eastwear Bay, re- 

 tracing our steps to Lydden Spout, prepared to return over the 

 ground which we had passed unprofitably the previous night. 



