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red nor orange, nor a good combination of both. 

 It would require a gross of grub-hoes to eradi- 

 cate it from the highway leading from any one 

 village to another. Altogether a different plant 

 is H. flava, frequently seen in country gardens. 

 Indeed, the country garden often shows us the 

 finest specimens ; and I have sometimes thought, 

 the more dilapidated the homestead and the 

 larger the blue myrtle patch, the finer the golden 

 clumps of the day-lily. 



My garden was already generously stocked 

 with this favorite plant, when, driving in the 

 country, I saw two such uncommonly fine clumps 

 growing in the unmown grass of a farm-yard, 

 that the remembrance of them haunted me for 

 days. I had no peace of mind until I should 

 secure them. How they would light the front 

 border ! What vasefuls of cut blooms they 

 would supply, without so much as being missed ! 

 An exchange for a dozen rose-bushes was the 

 inducement I held out to the old lady who 

 owned the coveted plants. The offer was ac- 

 cepted not, however, without much persua- 

 sion ; and the huge clumps, which one man 

 could scarcely lift, were duly transferred to a 

 post of honor. They threw up three spikes of 

 bloom the following season ! Perhaps they 

 missed the chanticleer of the farm-yard to waken 



