URING a recent 

 visit to England 

 I devoted a whole 

 day to a stroll throu 



those glazed acres of the famous 

 London conservatories. After walking 

 in sensuous delight through miles of 



o o 



perfumed bowers and all manner of won- 

 drous floral luxuriance, I was at length invited, as a special cour- 

 tesy, to view what I was assured would prove the climax of inter- 

 est and beauty, the reigning sensation in the way of an " orchid 

 hybrid." Following my guide, I soon entered the " propagating- 

 house," wherein are born into the world every year those hun- 

 dreds of hapless nondescripts against which Nature protests in 



