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years later Mr. George B. Emerson, in his most excel- 
lent “Report on the Trees and Shrubs growing naturally 
in the Forests of Massachusetts,” has either seen it or 
heard of it growing in Pittsfield, Richmond and Hub- 
bardston; but now I know it is equally at home in one 
sheltered spot within three miles of our City Hall. The 
first one-flowered pyrola (AMoneses grandiflora, Salisb.) 
that I ever saw was sent to me by a friend spending the 
summer at Franconia, New Hampshire; yet it was not 
very long afterwards that it was found in the woods on 
the side of Rattlesnake Hill. I should be surprised to 
find a grove of coco-nut palms (Cocos nucifera, L.) in 
the neighborhood of Worcester, but I am not surprised 
to find a Lilliputian imitation of it in a handful of that 
interesting liverwort (J/archantia polymorpha, L.), every- 
where common. 
Some plants are so conspicuous and so common, 
have such an innate attractive quality, that they have 
found a place in the literature and the life of the people. 
They are wrought into its art, its poetry and its legends. 
It is the native flora, however, and not the exotic, which 
thus wins its way into the hearts of the people. In the 
poet’s verse, in many different lands, are embalmed 
sweet and sunny memories, it may be of the date-palm 
among the Arabs, of the rose among the Persians, of 
the lotus among the Egyptians, of the olive among the 
Greeks, of the fleur-de-lis among the French, of the 
