greenish-yellow, grow in small umbels; and the whole plant has a yellowish hue. The uppermost flower in general bears ten stamens, whilst the next boasts of but eight each. Its capsules are two-beaked, one-celled, and two-valved, the seeds numerous and roundish. It is named from _chrysos_, 'gold,' and _splen_, 'the spleen.' There is another specimen much like this, of which I have spoken, _Chrysosplenium alternitifolium_; but it is larger, handsomer, and less common. In the Vosges this plant is much used--as our own water-cress is in England--for a salad, under the name of _Cresson de Roche_. There is a little flower, elegant and singular in appearance, though, as its name indicates, not one of much splendour, which resembles the golden saxifrage, in the peculiarity of having a different number of stamens in its crowning floret from those of the lower ones: this is the green moschatel (_Adoxa moschatellina), adoxa_ signifying 'inglorious.' The flowers are pale-green, in a terminal head of five florets, the upper of which is four-cleft, and has _eight_ stamens, the other being five-cleft, with _ten_ stamens in each. Its fragile stem and delicate compound leaves, and the early season at which it blossoms, give attraction to this little plant, and make it a favourite with me. The butter-cups are not yet in bloom; but the daisies! Oh, what store of daisies is on every bank and in every field, and what troops of baby children, with their little baskets, sitting on the green turf and picking them! I do love the daisy; and indeed I much fear that I should have been found taking part with that 'merry troop' of 'ladies decked with daisies on the plain,' of which we read in Dryden's elegant fable of _The Flower and the Leaf_, rather than with those wiser and more renowned who 'chose the leaf':-- 'A tuft of daisies on a flowery lay They saw; and thitherward they bent their way; To this both knights and dames their homage made, And due obeisance to the daisy paid. And then the band of flutes began to play, To which a lady sung a virelay: And still at every close she would repeat The burden of the song--"the daisy is so sweet."'