212 IN A GLOUCESTEESHIRE GARDEN 



in my University. On the morning of the 23rd I left the 

 observatory. I have never seen Oxford since, excepting its 

 spires as they are seen from the railway.' — Apologia, p. 369.^ 



It would be unpardonable in speaking of the litera- 

 ture of wallflowers to leave unsaid Tennyson's well- 

 known lines, with which I may conclude my paper : — 



' Flower in the crannied wall, 

 I pluck you out of the crannies ; 

 Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 

 Little flower — but if I could understand 

 What you are, root and all, and all in all, 

 I should know what God and man is. ' 



1 See also a Poem on the Snapdragon in Verses on Various Occa- 

 sions, p. 17, by J. H. Newman, 1827. 



