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floribunda^ atro sanguine a ^ &c. were sunk, till 

 the Erythrinas and other Summer wonders 

 should take their place. But there was no 

 lack of vivid colour. For under a great Oak 

 a flaming Tree Poeony gave the lie to critics 

 who, that very week, had found fault with the 

 colour of one represented on paper by my 

 friend Miss Margaret Waterfield. And fiery 

 Azaleas beckoned us onward through the en- 

 chantments of the Wild garden by smooth 

 cool ways of green turf, the grass and rockeries 

 on either hand alive with blue of Forget-me- 

 not, crimson of Japanese Primula, pure white 

 of the mystic Trillium, the last of the 

 Daffodils, tall strange Tulips, with bulbs and 

 flowers known and unknown, rare and 

 common growing among trees and shrubs 

 from all the world over. But when, in the 

 delicious shade of the great forest trees, with 

 woodwrens and warblers singing as if their little 

 hearts must break for very joy at the warmth 

 and the sunshine and the beauty, we came 

 upon a fresh slope of Bluebells starred with 

 Poet's Narcissus, we cried halt. For out of 



