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homely names in our everyday speech. I am always 
touched in Endymion that the only flowers named 
as “ a thing of beauty that is a joy forever ” are Daf- 
fodils “ with the green world they live in.” 
In Daffodils I like the “old fat-headed sort with 
nutmeg and cinnamon smell and old common Eng- 
lish names — Butter-and-eggs, Codlins-and-cream, 
Bacon and eggs.” The newer ones are more slender 
in bud and bloom, more trumpet-shaped, and are 
commonplace of name instead of common. In Vir- 
ginia the name of a variety has become applied to a 
family, and all Daffodils are called Butter-and-eggs 
by the people. 
Oa spring mornings the Tulips fairly burn with 
a warmth, which makes them doubly welcome 
after winter. Emerson — ever able to draw a pic- 
ture in two lines — to show the heart of everything 
in a single sentence — thus paints them : — 
“The gardens fire with a joyful blaze 
Of Tulips in the morning’s rays.” 
“Tulipase do carry so stately and delightful a 
form, and do abide so long in their bravery, that 
there is no Lady or Gentleman of any worth that is 
not caught with this delight,” — wrote the old her- 
balist Parkinson. Bravery is an ideal expression for 
Tulips. 
It is with something of a shock that we read the 
words of Philip Hamerton in The Sylvan Tear, that 
nature is not harmonious in the spring, but is only 
in the way of becoming so. He calls it the time of 
crudities, like the adolescence of the mind. He says, 
