Greater Celandine loves well the fence-side. Of course it will flourish elsewhere - indeed one may suppose almost anywhere - and never is it averse to showing its deeply sinuate and always nicely kept pea-green leaves.

With burdock and elecampane, motherwort, an aster or two, the fleabanes, and the round-leaved mallow, it feels thoroughly secure in an angle of the worm fence, or amongst cast aside hoe-harrows, superannuated horse-rakes, and other such like rubbish in an unused corner of the wagon yard.

How neat it is, - how fresh and exuberant! Here in Rochester it bears double flowers, and is at home under certain white palings, enclosing a quiet door-yard that I have in my mind, with a half dozen wayside grasses and the linaria-like yellow-topped cypress plant, Euphorbia cyparissias.

In the outskirts of Boston, Greater Celandine is frequently met with, and in town, beneath the iron fence of the Public Garden, more especially the Boyleston Street side of it, it continues to linger from year to year.

With every recurring spring the spadesman overturns and re-levels the earth of a broad border just inside this very fence railing, but our pea-green friend is beyond harm, for the workman's broad bladed tool and sharp toothed rake cannot easily reach it. No one can object to its presence here, and its willingness to remain amongst uncongenial iron and brick, and yearly throw up its orange-colored flowers and broad-lobed foliage for the pleasure of the passer, should secure for it long life and a permanent holding.

Rochester, July 6, 1886.