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Marcellis and Auger Meyer, two insect and leaf painters 

 of the end of the last century, interested me, as their 

 oil-paintings resembled a curious water-colour I have, on 

 a black ground, done by the well-known flower painter, 

 Mme. Mariani. 



I spent two charming afternoons with the famous 

 Alpine gardener, Monsieur H. Correvon. Though at this 

 time of year his garden near Geneva was almost a dry 

 desert, yet it was full of interest to the true gardener. 

 M. Correvon said that gardening, as we understand it, 

 had made but small way on the continent of Europe, and 

 that almost all of his clients were English. Such obser- 

 vations as I have been able to make quite confirm this 

 assertion. A talk with him is alone well worth any trouble, 

 and no garden-lover should fail to visit a man who has 

 done so much to keep together and cultivate the mountain 

 flora of Europe. I still hope I may go some spring on 

 purpose to see his Alpine garden, which is high up on the 

 edge of the snows of the great St. Bernard, a huge rockery 

 cultivated under natural conditions. I cannot imagine 

 anything more interesting to plant-lovers. M. Correvon 

 is the author of many charming little books on Alpine 

 and herbaceous flowers---' Fleurs Colorizes de Poche dans 

 les Montagnes de la Suisse,' ' Les Orchide'es Eustiques ' 

 (very enlightening to the ignorant on the numbers of these 

 plants), and ' Le Jardin de 1'Herboriste,' carrying on to our 

 day the theory of the health-giving virtues of medicinal 

 plants, and often quoting 1'Abbe" Kneipp. M. Correvon is 

 a poet too, and can express as well as feel, which is not 

 given to all of us. This is what he says on Linnseus's 

 humble flower : 



Sur les flancs de nos monts il est une fleurette 



Au suave parfum 

 Qui fuit Pe"clat du jour, dSrobant sa clochette 



Aux yeux de 1'importun. 



