parts of the suburbs of Bath: C. C. Babington, Esq. — Suffolk ; Tt covers se- 
veral aeres of ground near Woodbridge : D. Turner, Esq. — Surrey; Batter- 
sea: Mr. W. Pami’i.tn, jun. in N. B. G. Couldsdon : Rev. E. Wood, ibid. — 
Warwicksh. On the banks of the Arrow, at a distance from any house, abun- 
dantly: T. Purton, Esq. — Wilts; Near Great Bedwyn: W. Bartlett, Esq. 
In a neglected concavity, whence a coarse sand-stone had been formerly extract- 
ed, in Bowood Park, near Devizes : Mr. Norris. — Worcestersh. Occasionally 
on suspicious spots within sight of gardens: Mr. E. Lees, in Illust. Yorksh. — 
Potteric Car. east of Doncaster: Mr. S. Appleby, in Mag. Nat. Hist. vol. v. 
p.557. — WALES. Glamorgansh. Near Swansea : J. E. Biciieno, Esq. 
Biennial. — Flowers from July to September. 
Root spindle-shaped, branched, fibrous ; yellowish on the out- 
side, white within. Stem from 2 to 4 feet or more high, upright, 
branched, leafy, of a pale green colour, rough with minute tuber- 
cles, and more or less hairy, often of a purplish-brown colour, espe- 
cially towards the bottom. Leaves alternate, egg-shaped, or spear- 
shaped, pointed, slightly toothed, downy, grass-green ; the lower- 
most on short petioles, wavy, and much larger than the upper ones. 
Flowers numerous, large, pale yellow, delicately fragrant, in termi- 
nal, leafy spikes. Capsule somewhat cylindrical, obscurely 4- 
cornered, rough. 
This plant is a native of North America, in Virginia, Canada, and on the 
North-west coast, from whence it has migrated to Europe about the year 1614, 
and is now found apparently wild in some parts of England, especially in Lan- 
cashire and Suffolk. It is very common in gardens, where it is well adapted to 
the shrubbery. The flowers generally open in the evening, just as the sun sinks 
below the horizon. This opening is effected by a very sudden retraction of the 
segments of the limb of the calyx, which are forcibly thrown against its tube, 
and followed by an immediate expansion of the petals. 
“ The sun his latest ray has shed, 
The wild-bird to its nest has sped. 
And buds which to the day-beam spread 
Their brightest glow. 
Incline their dew-besprinkled head 
In slumber now. 
Then why art thou lone vigils keeping 
Bale flower, when all beside are sleeping 1 
Are not the same soft zephyrs sweeping 
Each tender stem, 
And the same opiate dew-drops steeping 
Both thee and them 1 
Eve is my noon — at this still hour 
When softly sleeps each sister flower, 
Sole watcher of the dusky bower 
I joy to be. 
And conscious feel the pale Moon shower 
Her light on me. 
Soon as meek Evening veils the sky. 
And wildly fresh her breeze flits by. 
And on my breast the dewdrops lie, 
I feel to live. 
And what is mine of fragraney, 
I freely give. 
Say, thou who thus dost question me, 
W ouldst thou from earth’s dull cares be free, 
O listen, and I’ll counsel thee 
Wisely to shun 
Tumult and glare and vanity. 
As I have done. 
‘ Enter thy closet, shut the door,’ 
And heavenward let thy spirit soar. 
Then softer dews than bathe the flower 
On thee shall rest. 
And beams which Sun nor Moon can pour 
Illume thy breast,”— The Moral of Flowers. 
