APRIL 59 



were never finer. I am comparing the 

 common single long-tubed daffodil (Tela- 

 monius plenus) with Sir Watkin. The 

 former would surely be thought almost the 

 handsomer of the two, but for Sir WatkhVs 

 star-like corolla and erect carriage. Our 

 Cernuus, a new possession, is in bloom : 

 it seems almost too delicate for the open 

 border. But in the Boccage, there grows 

 the joy of my eyes, a lovely group of 

 cream-white daffodils ! 



The joy of daffodils is not to be forbid, 

 and their season is the most beautiful 

 of all the year ! Thus did my heart 

 decide this very evening as I wandered 

 amidst a flood of daffodils overflowing 

 every corner of the garden, surging over 

 every border, sprinkling every breadth 

 of green grass, in all the crystal clear- 

 ness of their yellow gold. The young 

 moon showered silver all about them, the 

 thrushes sang aloud their praises far 

 and near. Millions of daffodils joyously 

 blooming everywhere. Yet it is certain 

 that as soon as the gentians come, or the 

 apple-blossoms, or the hawthorn, or the 



