It would be a pleasant pastime to find suitable names for the hundred varieties which go to a single heap at the cider-mill. Would it not tax a man’s invention,—no one to be named after a man, and all in the _lingua vernacula?_[12] Who shall stand god-father at the christening of the wild apples? It would exhaust the Latin and Greek languages, if they were used, and make the _lingua vernacula_ flag. We should have to call in the sunrise and the sunset, the rainbow and the autumn woods and the wild flowers, and the woodpecker and the purple finch, and the squirrel and the jay and the butterfly, the November traveller and the truant boy, to our aid. [12] _Lingua vernacula_, common speech. In 1836 there were in the garden of the London Horticultural Society more than fourteen hundred distinct sorts. But here are species which they have not in their catalogue, not to mention the varieties which our Crab might yield to cultivation. Let us enumerate a few of these. I find myself compelled, after all, to give the Latin names of some for the benefit of those who live where English is not spoken,—for they are likely to have a world-wide reputation. There is, first of all, the Wood-Apple (_Malus sylvatica_); the Blue-Jay Apple; the Apple which grows in Dells in the Woods (_sylvestrivallis_), also in Hollows in Pastures (_campestrivallis_); the Apple that grows in an old Cellar-Hole (_Malus cellaris_); the Meadow-Apple; the Partridge-Apple; the Truant’s Apple (_Cessatoris_), which no boy will ever go by without knocking off some, however _late_ it may be; the Saunterer’s Apple,—you must lose yourself before you can find the way to that; the Beauty of the Air (_Decus Aëris_); December-Eating; the Frozen-Thawed (_gelato-soluta_), good only in that state; the Concord Apple, possibly the same with the _Musketa-quidensis;_ the Assabet Apple; the Brindled Apple; Wine of New England; the Chickaree Apple; the Green Apple (_Malus viridis_);—this has many synonyms; in an imperfect state, it is the _Cholera morbifera aut dysenterifera, puerulis dilectissima;_[13]—the Apple which Atalanta stopped to pick up; the Hedge-Apple (_Malus Sepium_); the Slug-Apple (_limacea_); the Railroad-Apple, which perhaps came from a core thrown out of the cars; the Apple whose Fruit we tasted in our Youth; our Particular Apple, not to be found in any catalogue,—_Pedestrium Solatium;_[14] also the Apple where hangs the Forgotten Scythe; Iduna’s Apples, and the Apples which Loki found in the Wood; and a great many more I have on my list, too numerous to mention,—all of them good. As Bodæus exclaims, referring to the culti-vated kinds, and adapting Virgil to his case, so I, adapting Bodæus,— “Not if I had a hundred tongues, a hundred mouths, An iron voice, could I describe all the forms And reckon up all the names of these _wild apples_.” [13] The apple that brings the disease of cholera and of dysentery, the fruit that small boys like best. [14] The tramp’s comfort.