Stray Leaves from a Border Garden 
There were also palest pink Robinsonian anemones, double 
and single wood-wind, anemones (Sylvestris), concerning 
which I am of Parkinson’s mind, that they are “ so dainty, 
so pleasant, and so delightsom flowers that the sight of 
them doth enforce an earnest longing desire in the minde 
of any one to be a poffeffour of some of them at the 
leaste.” Also many varieties of daffodils, notably Emperor, 
Empress, and Maximus, blue gentians, and St. Brigid 
anemones. Curiously enough I have never found wood- 
anemones in our “ plantin,” though they grow freely in 
woods not far from here. There were various violas just 
beginning, and Dr. Stuart has succeeded in producing one 
with a sweet smell, which is very delightsome, besides a most 
interesting collection of Alpines and some quite tiny 
daffodils, one I remember called Angel’s Tears ( Triandrus 
alba) I think. The story goes this name was given because 
the little peasant-boy who gathered wild-flowers in Spain 
for Barr’s collector was found in tears because he could not 
reach a certain fine tuft of this dear little daffodil ; it grew 
in such an inaccessible spot poor little “ Angel ” could not 
attain to it. 
The beautiful and uncommon Columbine ( Aquilegia 
Stuarti ) we owe to Dr. Stuart, and for that alone I think 
he is due an “ unco ” debt of gratitude. His name is 
well known to flower-lovers, and his dear little garden, 
full of so many delightful things, is a joy to visit. His 
Crown Imperials, trained up against the house under the 
windows, were very effective. I like the old legend of the 
Crown Imperial, the Royal Fritillary, as I have heard it 
called, which declares it grew by Lazarus’ tomb, and some 
of our Lord’s tears fell upon it. Hence the drops of 
crystal clear water, or rather honey, it cherishes and never 
parts with. I think it must have been more popular in 
old-time gardens than it is now. Old Parkinson, Queen 
Henrietta Maria’s gardener, praises it, and there is a 
delightful picture of it in one of his books ; but one does 
not often see it in abundance in modern gardens. The 
finest specimen I ever saw was in a comparatively modern 
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