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we sat ourselves down to study and to admire, 

 while the sun shone forth beautifully, and oxlip, 

 daisy and ladysmocks grew around us. To a 

 healthy mind, what a delightful study would be 

 the wild flowers of Ettrick Forest. ' The works 

 of the Lord are great, sought out of all them 

 that have pleasure therein.' With the help of 

 a good pocket glass we were able to view most 

 of the various and minute beauties of those 

 ' that toil not neither do they spin.' First, then, 

 near a marshy place, we pick up the mouse-eared 

 hawkweed, or hilracium pilosella, yellow and 

 tinged with a purple hue outside of its petals, 

 then, its hairy covered stem, at the end of every 

 particular hair of which we can discover a little 

 globe of matter oozing out a yellow balm for the 

 bees, which are all very busy in their way 

 around us. The selfheal or prunella vulgaris, 

 by the glass it appears a little bush of rhododen- 

 dron, which we often love to admire fast by the 

 waters of the busy Serpentine ; but, to tell of 

 the beauties of the yellow rattle or rhinanthus 

 crista galli, lotus, crow berry, cross wort, for- 

 get-me-not, all which were found in this place, 

 with many others and many kinds of grasses, 

 with 



