JULY 377 



Sa patrie est an loin, sous un ciel plus severe, 



Pres des glaces du Nord, 

 Et nos torrents ont vu la charmante etrangere 



Croitre aussi sur leur bord. 



Ses jolis rameaux verts s'Stalent sur la mousse 



De nos vallons alpins, 

 Formant, pres des vieux troncs sous lesquels elle pousse 



Le plus beau des jardins. 



II semble qu'un reflet d'aurore boreale, 



A survivre obstine, 

 S'attarde et se melange a la teinte d'opale 



De la fleur de Linne. 



I have tried in many places for years to grow this 

 plant ; it does not die exactly, but it pines and looks sad, 

 and has never once flowered with me. 



In some gardens round Geneva I saw several fine speci- 

 mens of Hemerocallis fulva. The kind sold by nurserymen 

 generally is the one figured in the ' English Flower 

 Garden,' and slightly double. This probably makes them 

 rather shy fiowerers, and in England they are usually seen 

 in mixed flower borders. The flowers of those I saw in 

 Switzerland were quite single, probably a strong-growing 

 type. They were planted in small, rather sunk beds 

 in gravel or grass, in quite full sun, and copiously 

 watered. They were one mass of flower in July, and 

 really most effective, handsome plants quite as effective 

 as the Cape Agapanthus, so much commoner with us. 

 They would look showy on lawns, and would, I think, do 

 well in tubs, if they got sun and water enough. 



The lovely yellow Day-lily, which flowers earlier, has 

 done well with me in full sun, never moved at all, but 

 mulched and watered in dry weather at the flowering-time. 



There are several so-called new varieties of Hemero- 

 callis, and all seem worth growing when they can be 

 made really to succeed; but though apparently coarse- 



