V. 



RED CAMPION AGAIN. 



Ecce iterum Crispinus! Another red cam- 

 pion in the hedgerow, hanging out so tempt- 

 ingly that I cannot refrain from picking it, 

 and, having picked it, from sitting here on 

 the stile between the meadows to pull it to 

 pieces. How ineffably vast and how hope- 

 lessly infinite is the study of nature ! If a 

 mere dilettante observer like myself a saun- 

 terer who gathers posies and chronicles 

 butterflies by the wayside for pure love of 

 them were to tell all that even he has 

 noticed in passing of the manners and habits 

 of a single English weed of its friends and 

 its enemies, its bidden guests and its dreaded 



