Midsummer to Michaelmas 
when she visited London, and the painter insisted upon 
putting a Jacobite Rose into the picture in spite of Flora’s 
denial she had any Jacobite leanings, for it is said she 
and her kinsfolk were Hanoverians, and she only saved the 
Stuart Prince from an impulse of womanly pity. Alas, for 
the deadly dulness of the history-books of the future, when 
all the romantic stories shall have been thus weeded out 
of them. In an old book called “ The Scotish Minstrel,” 
arranged for the Pianoforte by R. A. Smith in the simple 
style our grandmothers loved, there is a Jacobite air called 
“ Carlisle Yetts.” Mentioning the White Rose, the forlorn 
sweetheart laments thus : 
My father’s blood’s in that flower tap, 
My brother’s in that harebell blossom, 
This white Rose was steeped in my luve’s blood, 
And I’ll aye wear it in my bosom. 
The Lilies are now really lovely — scarlet Turncap, and a 
great orange-red Lily, like a glorified Orangeman — Lilium 
atrosanguineum, I think, is his proper name — stands like a 
king in the border along with white Canterbury Bells, like 
fairies’ nightcaps. Coventry Bells they are sometimes 
called, and Viola Mariana and Mariets. 
July 22. — We had a few Strawberries to-day, and are 
hoping for more to-morrow ; also, at last, Green Peas. The 
following receipt for “ Spring Soup ” is out of my old 
family Recipe-book. It is curious to think it is over two 
hundred years old. To make Spring Soup: “Take 12 
Lettices, cut them in Slices and put them in strong Broth, 
get 6 green Cucumbers, pare them and cut out the Cores, 
cut them into little Bits, and scald them in boiling Water, 
and put them into your Broth ; let them boil very tender, 
with a Mutchkin of young pease and some Crumbs of 
Bread.” 
The purple Gladiolus is out now, and the Golden 
Eschscholtzia, or Californian Poppy. I am so fond of it ! The 
Giant Mullein are, indeed, High Tapers now, and look beau- 
tiful. In Lanarkshire they are called Shepherds’-clubs. 
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