THE HONEYSUCKLE. 
Lonicera caprifoliun, 
VERY plant has its place, as 
‘every dog has its day, and the 
very place for this honeysuckle 
is the wall of a comfortable Eng- 
lish cottage, whereon it appears 
more at home than anywhere else 
in all the world, not forgetting 
the woods in the south of Europe, 
wherein it plays the reveller, and 
pertumes the breeze. We call it 
British, and may find it occa- 
sionally in a wild state; but it 
is a doubtful native, although 
well adapted for naturalisation 
in woods and thickets and the 
wilder parts of garden scenes. 
The smaller and ever-welcome woodbine (Louicera peri- 
clymenum) is beyond doubt indigenous, and is one of the 
most widely-diffused of our woodland vines, and worthy 
of its renown in song and story. Titania, addressing the 
ridiculous weaver of Athens, says :— 
‘*T will wind thee in my arms. 
No doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle 
Gently entwist.” 
