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himself to commemorate his own name. Former bot- 
anists had named it Campanula serpyllifolia, but he, 
from a study of its structure, found it to constitute a 
new genus. He kept this idea in his own mind until 
he felt entitled to botanical commemoration, and then 
his friend Gronovius undertook to make it known to 
the world under its new name, to the gratification of 
Linneus, who regarded it as a pledge of immortality. 
When Thoreau wandered through the Maine woods 
“He saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds, 
The slight Linnea hang its twin-born heads, 
And blessed the monument of the man of flowers, 
Which breathes his sweet fame through the northern 
bowers.” 
I first found it in bloom one August day while walking 
along the highway from Bethlehem, New Hampshire, 
to Littleton. The air in the valley was still and filled 
with the sweet odor of pines, but at one spot there was 
a far sweeter odor which revealed the presence of the 
long-wished-for and late-delayed Linnza. That road 
is remembered not so much for the two villages which 
it connects, as for being the one by the side of which 
grows one of the favorite northern flowers. It is pleas- 
ant to think, too, that this little plant grows over a wide 
area, in northern Britain, Lapland to northern Italy, 
