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most important, supplies you with the ethical feeling, 

 the ideal aspiration to be identified with each particular 

 llower. One moderately thick volume would probably 

 suffice for such a modest round as this. 



Lo ! now the labour of Hercules when he set about 

 bringing up Cerberus from below, and all the work done 

 by Apollo in the years when he ground corn, arc but 

 ;i little matter compared with the attempt to master 

 botany. Great minds have been at it these two thousand 

 \-cars, and yet we are still only nibbling at the edge of 

 tlic leaf, as the ploughboys bite the young hawthorn in 

 spring. The mere classification — all plant-lore was a 

 Vc'ist chaos till there came the man of Sweden, the great 

 Linnaius, till the sexes were recognised, and everything 

 was ruled out and set in place again. A wonderful 

 man ! I think it would be true to say it was Linnreus 

 who set the world on its present twist of thinking, and 

 levered our mental globe a little more perpendicular to 

 the ecliptic. He actually gathered the dandelion and 

 took it to bits like a scientific child ; he touched nature 

 with his fingers instead of sitting looking out of window 

 — perhaps the first man who had ever done so for 

 seventeen hundred years or so, since superstition blighted 

 the progress of pagan Rome. The work he did ! But 

 no one reads Linnaeus now ; the folios, indeed, might 

 moulder to dust without loss, because his spirit has got 

 into the minds of men, and the text is of little conse- 

 quence. The best book he wrote to read now is the 

 delightful 'Tour in Lapland,' with its quaint pen-and-ink 

 sketches, so realistically vivid, as if the thing sketched 

 had been banged on the paper and so left its impress. 

 I have read it three times, and I still cherish the old 

 yellow pages ; it is the best botanical book, written by 

 the greatest of botanists, specially sent on a botanical 



