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CHAPTER II. 
Scotland ! — dear to him was Scotland, 
In her sons and in her daughters, 
In her Highlands, Lowlands, Islands, 
Eegal woods, and rushing waters -, 
In the glory of her story, 
When her tartans fired the field, — 
Scotland ! oft betray'd — beleaguer'd — 
Scotland ! never known to yield ! — Moir. 
Retuening to one of the midland counties with 
my book of dried impostors, I showed it one day 
to the late Mr. Bree (after whom the Lastrea 
Foenisecii is called ''Bree's Fern"), bewailing to 
him the difficulty I had in naming truly the speci- 
mens I found, with no other help than that given 
by books. 
Mr. Bree did not say, as he might have done. 
It's your own ignorance," but in his own kind 
way he gave me a bit of advice that has helped me 
