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Then, around its foot, as we saw on our way up, there is much that will please botanists. We passed here quite a small battalion of them, each with the symbol of his order—a vasculum. Here are to be seen dark red spikes of fumitory, which Shakespeare calls “rank fumitory,” from its abundance, a sign of waste ground. It is a pretty little flower. The flowers bruised in milk is a favourite village cosmetic. Among the nettles is borage, a plant whose azure-blue blossoms and little white rims at the centre figure so prominently in Titian’s picture of the “Last Supper of our Lord,” and which has called forth the warmest praise of Mr. Ruskin. At one time every country garden had its plant of borage. It was used for quite a variety of purposes, and like many a good but plain individual, it is better than its ragged appearance would lead us to imagine. You need not be at all surprised if a cock pheasant steps out proudly from the thicket, or if a squirrel darts up a tree, or a rabbit comes out of the brackens to see what you are after, or a partridge should alight on the stump of some tree that has seen better days.