Note 1 — NOTES AND CORRESPONDENCE.

“I am now laying out some thousands of pounds in draining and liming, and killing out the Alpine flowers, which you tell me1 is not wrong to do, as God has reserved other gardens for them, though I must say not one dies without a pang to me; yet I see there springs up the fresh grass, the daisy, the primrose—the life of growing men and women, the source of labour and of happiness; God be thanked if one does even a little to attain that for one’s fellows, either for this world or the next!