386 MORE POT-POURRI 



boriste,' carrying on to our day the theory of the health- 

 giving virtues of medicinal plants, and often quoting 

 I'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 Linnaeus' humble flower : 



Sur les flaucs de nos monts il est une fleurette 



Au suave parfum 

 Qui fuit I'ficlat du jour, d^robant sa cloohette 



Aux yeux de I'importun. 



Sa patrie est au loin, sous un ciel plus s^v&re, 



Pr&s des glaces du Nord, 

 Et nos torrents ont vu la oharmante 6trang6re 



Croltre aussi sur leur bord. 



Ses jolis rameaux verts s'6talent sur la mousse 



De nos vallons alpins, 

 Formant, pr6s des vieux trones sous lesquels elle pousse, 



Le plus beau des jardins. 



II semble qu'un reflet d'aurore borfiale, 



A survivre obstin6, 

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



De la fleur de Linn€. 



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 

 specimens 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 flowerers, and in England they 

 are usually seen in mixed flower borders. The flowers 

 of those I saw in Switzerland were quite single, proba- 

 bly 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 



