Note 3 — VIII.

Southport, May 10th. The grass has been green for a month,—indeed, it has never been entirely brown, and now the trees and hedges are beginning to be in foliage. Weeks ago the daisies bloomed, even in the sandy grass-plot bordering on the promenade beneath our front windows; and in the progress of the daisy, and towards its consummation, I saw the propriety of Burns's epithet, "wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower,"—its little white petals in the bud being fringed all round with crimson, which fades into pure white when the flower blooms.—II. 419.