Among the numerous British and Foreign plants that I have introduced here in years long past, I think, in writing to Penzance on this subject, I should mention two,—the Primrose and the Blackberry,—as the seeds of both of them came from Penzance in a letter, from my brother, to whom I had written for them. Those of the Blackberry in particular having been collected for me, at my request, from those very prized bushes on the steep hills on the S. side of the Newlyn river, above the high road and nearly opposite to “Zimmerman’s Cot,”—which spot I had so often visited when a boy! The Blackberry is now acclimatized, and spreads largely and is much prized; the plant here grows to an enormous size, certainly, in some spots, as big as a Cornish Cow-house! and bears plenty of fruit. The little pale-eyed and lovely Primrose is much respected in several of our shady gardens, and has often called forth the involuntary sigh! Although, no doubt, to some one of the “Peter Bell” stamps, (to be found here at the Antipodes as well as at home,)—
“A primrose by a river’s brim,”
(or in a garden’s shade,)
“A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.” (Wordsworth.)
I remember well, that several years ago, the first English Primrose plant that flowers at Melbourne (in the neighbouring Colony of Victoria), was the cause of hundreds flocking to see it; and of many tears of affection! and it was sold for more than its weight in gold!—
One other little circumstance I think I may also mention, especially in writing for a Penzance Antiquarian Society,—and partly as a reminiscence of old Cornish times. During my youth I not infrequently visited Kenegie, (then the property and country-seat of Mr Arundel Harris-Arundel, (“Squire Harris,” in vulgo dicto,) though he had ceased residing there;) several things tempted me into that neighbourhood: (1) love of rambling alone in strange out-of-the-way places: (2) the enchanting view of Mount’s Bay from Gulval Carn, (put into verse by the Rev. C.V. Le Grice, whom, with Mrs. Le Grice, I knew so well!) and also from Castle-an-Dinas: (3) to mount up and sit astride on the two stone lions at the Entrance gate, &c., &c. In the parterre at Kenegie, just outside the green-house, and in front of a trellis on which was trained a fine Pyrus Japonica, was a circular bed, a half-mound, and in the centre of it a very strange-looking foreign tree, or stout gnarled shrub, bearing curious-looking and aromatic berries, or capsules, by some called, “the spice tree”; this shrub (so the story ran) was brought (in its seed) from the S. Seas by Capt. Cook, or by Sir Joseph Banks. That shrub was my youthful wonder, and I wished much to see its flowers, which I never did. Guess then my delight, when, soon after my landing here in New Zealand, I found it commonly growing about me, bearing both fruits and flowers in profusion. It is the Leptospermum scoparium, of Forster, and was used by Capt. Cook when here as a beverage instead of tea, and also in his manufacture of Spruce Beer for his ship’s company. (See, Cook’s Voyages, 4th ed., 2nd Voy., vol. I., pp. 99-101; plate, No. XXII).
And as I commenced with the Tutsan and its one habitat formerly known to me at Tolcarne, I think, in conclusion, I may just jot down a few more old local Mount’s Bay plants with their habitats, though, I suppose, no longer to be found there! after the lapse of half a century, and its increasing “civilization” caused by the advent of the Iron Horse!—
E.g. On the Eastern Green, between Penzance and Marazion, I have found the Henbane (Hyoscyamus niger), the wild thyme (Thymus serpyllum), the Bird’s-foot Trefoil (Trifolium ornithopoides), the Enyngo (Erygium maritimum), the Borage (Borago officinalis), and the rare sea spurge (Euphorbia paralias),—long a puzzle to me, and over at St. Michael’s Mount the elegant drooping feathery Tamarisk shrub (Tamarix anglica), which, of late years, I have repeatedly rejoiced to see here in a neighbour’s garden. But far above them all (in my young estimation), was the fine floating white water lily (Nymphæa alba), which I not unfrequently admired (but never sacrilegiously gathered) in the still waters of the big reedy lagoon between Long Bridge and Marazion Bridge; going out of my direct way in my frequent visits to Marazion to see it in its solitude and grandeur; taking a course, now perhaps obsolete and scarcely even remembered,—and which, therefore, I may be permitted to mention;—leaving the main road and going down to Long Bridge, and there climbing and dropping over it on to a long narrow dyke which ran the whole length of that lagoon (though sometimes it was under water in several places,) often did I contemplate that fine and beautiful water-plant; occasionally thinking on the poet Cowper’s adventure about one on the banks of the river Ouse, as recorded by him in his short poem on “The Dog and the Water Lily”; Cowper being, even in my boyish days (as he is still) a favourite poet of mine,—having also had while very young at School to learn by heart some of his poems, which I still remember.—
But my choice floral prizes were not by any means confined to the Eastern Green; there were others also to the West of Penzance and much nearer to it,—as the Barberry (Berberis
vulgata), and the handsome and pleasing Traveller’s Joy (Clematis vitalba), both near to Alverton Bridge, or rather to the entrance into Love-lane; and down in that Lane the Periwinkle (Vinca minor), the Daffodil (Narcissus pseudo-narcissus,)—found, also in the steps above the Paper mills at Castle-Horneck,—and, again, the Barberry; while at the Minney the quaint-looking Water Betony (Scrophularia aquatica) had its home; and in the old hedge of the hilly roadway field leading from the South Parade to the Minney the Yellow star-flowered Stone-crop (Sedum acne), the childs wonder! was plentiful, and with it a small (and scarce) Blue-bottle (? Centaurea sp.), that I never found anywhere else. And close by, in a narrow muddy and all but impassable lane, leading from that pathway towards the Western Green, grew the Columbine (Aquilegia vulgaris), the wild Hyacinth, Bluebell, or Cuckoo flower (Hyacinthus non-scriptus); and in the marshy land adjoining, the yellow water-iris (Iris pseudo-acorus), and the common Reed (Arundo phragmites) were found. This last very valuable to me, (i.e. to us, boys,) as, cut up into lengths, it formed the cases of small squibs in preparing our boyish fireworks for St. John’s Eve! And of it I have also made useful pens for writing when hard pushed,—good quills being scarce and dear, and steel pens unknown! And still further West, up on the heights of Tolcarne, in a very secluded spot not far from
the Tutsan’s home, grew the Snowdrop (Galanthium nivalis), Spring’s harbinger; and at the bases of the cliffs between Newlyn and Mousehole, the little lowly cushioned Sea-gilliflower (Armeria maritima), flourished in safety, unvisited unnoticed! And I suppose this, at least, still abides at home!-
But I must close my long recital with two of my favourite and most valued wild Western flowers:—one, a very graceful and delicate Geranium (possibly G. striatum), from the shady grove at Castle-horneck; and one, the sweet little climbing and trailing Ivy-leaved Toad-flax (Linaria cymbalaria), from the hedge outside “the Lodge,”—Near Castle-Horneck entrance gate, formerly, in my Penzance days, occupied by Miss Tremenheere. And I may also mention, that some 25 years ago, in writing to Penzance, I requested specimens of this last little gem from that same locality, and they were sought, gathered, and sent out! And I have them here, with a few other prized dried specimens of wild flowers from Home),—to look at, occasionally, after the fashion of Hans Andersen’s “Old Student” (supra).
“Exeunt omnes!”—as the old printed plays had it at the close: it is now Xmas. Day in the morning,—and I am physically tired.
Wm Colenso.
Napier, Hawke’s Bay, N.Zealand.
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