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WHITWELL: THE LATE BISHOP OF WAKEFIELD, 307 
plant that coils in a wood near him, and was new to me—Herb 
Christophe 7 
I have spoken of Dr. How’s humorous poetry, but refrained from 
giving any examples save the few lines from ‘Barmouth,’ Its 
quality thight ereee be inferred from what has been said of the 
man: its perfect kindliness and bright and genuine fun, But I am 
specially privileged in being able to insert a poetical epistle written 
the Rev. William Fowler, M.A., of Liversedge, who has kindly (with 
the consent of the Bishop’s family) allowed it to be printed here. 
It is a perfect botanical and literary jew d’esprit :— 
Devadda, Connemara, Azyust 1895. 
Dear Fowler, I think, on the whole, you’ll agree with me, 
This place is delicious (I wish you could be with me !) ; 
Just think, when on land from your boat you get out, 
Having captured a salmon and ten or twelve trout, 
As you lounge on the margin, enjoying your lunch, 
bunch - 
Menziesia to wit, species polifolia. 
Then to stretch your cramp’d legs you stroll off a short way, 
And, lo ! there’s the Heath that is named from ; 
Then look in that ‘fice thew’: s a prize for herbaria ! 
The true intermediate Utricularia. 
You will know it, without either flower or fruit, 
No, the treasure you’ve hook’d in that cast so unwary 
Is the Eriocaulon septangulare ! 
When the salmon have baffled your patience and skill, 
Take half a day off, and walk over that 
And there, on the rocks (it’s no fiction or phantom) 
Grows the real unmistakeable true Adiantum 
While in that little lake which ei sea- henbene fall on, 
All full of Lobelia and Eriocau 
Now I think, my dear Fowler, Aes wel proved my case, 
That this is a most undeniable plac 
And once more I wish you were with me to fish up 
Big trout and rare plants— 
ig J Your AFFECTIONATE BISHOP. 
