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together, sodderirig, or sealing” of broken bones, &c.; and even goeth so far as to 
assert that “ the root of Solomon’s-seale, stamped while it is green, and applied? 
taketh away in one night, or two at most, any bruse, blacke or blew spots gotten 
by falls, or women’s wilfulness, in stumbling upon their hastie husbands’ fists, or 
such like.” 
Convolvulus .—From convolvo , to roll together; from its twisting round other 
plants. 
Convolvulus arvensis , Small Bindweed, or Corn Bindweed; called, also, Withe- 
wind, Barebind, Hedge-bells, and Devil’s-guts.—However attractive this pretty 
plant may be to the botanist or florist, it is often a most troublesome weed to 
the agriculturist, and difficult to eradicate. The root creeps powerfully, and the 
stems entwine around and choke the plants of corn, pulse, or Grass. 
Convolvulus soldanella , Scottish Scurvy-grass, Sea Bindweed. The premature 
decadence of the blossom is not peculiar to this species. It affords a no less 
apposite occasion for reflection than the more-usually-cited falling petals of the 
Hose •■“ The beautiful evanescent flowers of the Convolvolus,” observes Wiffen, 
u live but for a day (whence called Belle-de-jour by the French), opening in the 
morning, and ere sun-set closing for ever. This, on account of the profusion of 
buds, is not generally noticed, and Numberless successors take off our attention 
from the flower which 4 has lived its little day,’ and is now no more.” 
Conyza .—From xowfyt, i. e ., cuni-lago: the leaves, according to Pliny, destroy¬ 
ing Gnats and fleas. 
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Random Remarks on Natural History. 
To the Editor of the Naturalist. 
Dear Sir, —Three of the Nos. of The Naturalist which in my last I requested 
you to send me, are for myself, my little Dormouse having injured those I had 
by me, during one of his escapes. The pretty fellow met with his death 
accidentally last week, whilst suddenly opening a shallow drawer, where he had 
hidden himself. His resting-places, when he could elude me, where neither 
■few nor choice—a roll of music, an old doubled-up newspaper, a chimney-ornament, 
and once a saucepan-lid hanging up against the wall, when he had escaped into 
the kitchen-—in fact, any place cribb’d his little body, when taken asleep, as it 
were, in the midst of his gambols. 
