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oft has been transferred to canvass. As I sat on tlio 

 summit of one of the lulls and looked on the scene 

 at my feet, I could not help saying " How we should 

 enjoy it and value it all if it were but fifty or a hun- 

 dred miles away. " Why do we neglect the thousand 

 and one beauties and wonders close around us, and 

 fly to others simply because they are far away ? 

 However, I did enjoy the panorama before me, and 

 the profusion with which Nature had scattered her 

 wealth around. It came into my mind to count the 

 species of flowers just within my reach where I sat, 

 and this is the result : 



Gi-omwell. Eyebright. 



Bugle. Squinauceywort. 



Thyme. Pyramidal Orchis. 



Wood Spurge. Cathartic Flax. 



Centaury. Bird's-foot Trefoil. 



Bed Clover. Yellow Bedstraw. 



Carrot White Bedstraw. 



Rock Eose. Hop Trefoil. 



Plantain. Milkwort (white & blue). 



Yellow-wort. 



Nineteen in all, any one of which I could gather 

 without leaving my seat. And there, with the Wild 

 Roses blossoming around me, the Privet still in 

 bloom but tinged with decay, the scent of the Sweet- 

 briar perfuming the air, the sea covered with haze 

 from the heat, the only sound the cooing of the Wood 

 Pigeon, what could I do but gaze and offer up that 

 " worship of the silent sort " which prompts the lover 

 of Nature perhaps beyond all other men. 



Then I went down to the pond itself and spent a 

 quarter of an hour watching, and listening to the 

 many curious and strange sounds that broke the 

 stillness. Keeds and tall rushes seven or eight feet 

 high filled up one half of the pond, and round the 



