
250 PLANTS GROWING IN SANDY SOIL, 
This interesting plant is found in great abundance in the 
sandy soil of New Jersey. The arrangement of the flowers 
makes them appear as though they had assembled in court to 
pronounce judgment on some unhappy creature and that they 
had just opened their mouths to snap out a most unfavourable 
verdict. One instinctively hopes that Master Bee has not been 
shirking his duty, for they have a very angry, spiteful expres- 
sion. The floral bracts of rich colouring form an exquisite 
setting for their assemblage. 
CAROLINA CALAIINT (Plate CXXX,) 
Calamintha Caroliniana. 
FAMILY COLOUR ODOUR RANGE TIME OF BLOOM 
Mint. Purple, or white spotted Fragrant, Florida to August, Septentber. 
with a darker shade. N. Carolina. 
Flowers ; growing in cymes of six flowers in the axils of the leaves. Calyx : 
tubular; two-lipped. Coro/la: long; two-lipped; the upper lip notched at the - 
apex ; the lower one three-lobed. Stamens; four; curving inward. Pst: 
one. Leaves: opposite ; oblong, narrowing into a slender petiole; pubescent ; 
smaller leaves also clustered in the axils. Stem : erect; branching ; leafy. 
Calamintha, meaning in Greek beautiful mint, well expresses 
this member of the genus. It range is unfortunately limited, 
but it can be known by the illustration. 
PAINTED CUP, 
Castzlléja coccinea. 
FAMILY COLOUR ODOUR RANGE TIME OF BLOOM 
Figwort. Yellow with vermtlion Scentless. Eastern and June. 
Jioral leaves. middle states. 
Flowers : terminal ; growing in a short spike. Calyx: four-cleft; yellow. 
Corolla : tubular; two-lipped ; the upper liplong, erect ; the under one shorter 
and three-lobed. Stamens: four, unequal. © Pzsti/: one. Leaves: those of the 
stem unequally divided into three, pointed lobes; those near the flower cut 
into three bract-like lobes that are vermilion in colour and appear like the 
blossoms, Stem : one foot high’; hairy. 
“ Now if thou arta poet, tell me not 
That these bright chalices were tinted thus 
To hold the dew for fairies, when they meet 
On moonlight evenings in the hazel bowers, 
And dance till they are thirsty.” 
— BRYANT. 

