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Old Time Gardens 
viewed with surprise and delight from the platform of 
a train, returning from the Columbian Exposition ; 
when I asked a friendly brakeman what the flower 
was called, he answered “ Vilets,” as nearly all work- 
ingmen confi- 
dently name 
every blue 
flower; and he 
sprang from the 
train while the 
locomotive was 
swallowing 
water, and 
brought to me 
a great armful 
of blueness. I 
am not wont 
to like new 
flowers as well 
as my child- 
hood’s friends, 
but I found 
this new friend, 
the Viper’s Bu- 
gloss, a very 
welcome and 
pleasing ac- 
quaintance. Curious, too, it is, with the red anthers 
exserted beyond the bright blue corolla, giving the 
field, when the wind blew across it, a new aspect 
and tint, something like a red and blue changeable 
silk. The Viper’s Bugloss seems to have the perva- 
Viper’s Bugloss. 
