46 Spring 



that involves no hackwork. Wherever solid informa- 

 tion or instruction is required you leave a blank page 

 to be filled in on the next rainy day, and then why 

 then ' To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow ' 

 as dreaming Coleridge wrote at the break of an un- 

 ended poem. When I should be deep in detail 

 thought wanders away to fashion an ideal outfit for 

 the complete gardener. 



Who will follow the calling of Adam worthily 

 shall begin by loving flowers as a scholar loves books, 

 not for the glory of having a great collection, still less 

 for an unintelligent or semi-commercial pride in what 

 is rare and expensive, but for themselves, their fra- 

 grance, their beauty, their foliage, or for the many 

 curious reproductive and other gifts given them by 

 Nature. His enthusiasm should never pass into zea- 

 lotry ; he should be astride of his hobby, not ridden 

 by it. He is a Sybarite and cuts the new-blown 

 roses to make a pot-pourri as delicate as that exhaled 

 by the Bishop de Vannes ; he shall be a gourmet and 

 prepare his own mushrooms in the manner laid down 

 by the Baron de Brisse. There is much else that he 

 cannot avoid being. Botany is inseparable from his 

 craft. Entomology is of the very essence of it, since 

 Darwin and others have so fully explained that 

 ' where the bee sucks ' the fertilisation or hybridisa- 

 tion what we call the origination of new species 

 is taking place. 'Even at night,' says a pleasant 

 American writer, ' in fragrant gardens, in lonely 



