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pleasure of travelling. My beech-fern recalls Cader 

 Idris to me, and my oak-fern Snowdonia, though it is 

 many years since I collected them ; and my Osmunda 

 recalls North Donegal and Slieve League, not because 

 my plants come from there, but because I never saw 

 them elsewhere so beautiful; my saxifrages recall 

 Switzerland, and my pinks the Castle of Falaise ; my 

 Pulsatilla recalls the beautiful hillside near Thring, 

 which I once saAV studded with the flower in a luxuri- 

 ance that I fear is now a thing of the past ; while my 

 sedums recall a pleasant afternoon in the Botanic 

 Gardens at Angers, where the pleasant old curator, M. 

 Boreau, made that family his special study, and gave 

 me an excellent collection ; and as to other gardens, 

 both public and private, they are recalled to me most 

 pleasantly in almost every yard of my garden. And 

 these associations have what I may call a reflex char- 

 acter that doubles the pleasure. I can remember my 

 delight when I first saw the beautiful Campamila harbata 

 in the Swiss valleys ; it had always been a special 

 favourite with me as a garden beauty ; and now, when 

 I see it, I call to mind a delightful walk up the Flegere, 

 where this lovely flower grows in the greatest abund- 

 ance, in all shades of white and blue, from the com- 

 mencement of the ascent in the valley of the Arve till 

 the pine woods are passed. Tennyson records the 



