Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The nature love which manifests itself in a kind Of pot-hunter's enthusiasm or sees in each rare flower only a kind Of botanical scalp to be added to his belt, is a poor sort of affection, and though perhaps one cannot sing about that Millennium Of Flowers when folk will be cohtent to love the wood rose and leave it on its stalk, we may live to see it cut instead of torn from its stem and the last Fringed Gentian respected and left to perpetuate its lovely kind.