LETTER III.

_The same to the same._

NOIRMOUTIERS,... _February_, 1845.

I certainly am not bored at Noirmoutiers. Besides, I have found an

interesting occupation, and I owe it to my Abbé. He really knows

everything, botany included. It reminds me of Rousseau's _Letters_ to

hear the Latin name for a nasty onion I laid on the chimney-piece for

want of a better place. "You know botany, then?" "Not very well," he

replied; "just enough to teach the country folk the herbs which might be

useful to them; just enough, I might say, to give a little interest to

my solitary walks." I thought at once that it would be very amusing to

gather pretty flowers in my walks, to dry them, and to arrange them in

order in "my old Plutarch tied up with ribbons." "Do teach me botany," I

said to him. He wished to wait until the spring, for there are no

flowers at this bad time of the year. "But you have some dried flowers,"

I said; "I saw them at your house." I meant to refer to his tenderly

preserved old bouquet. If you could have seen his face!... Poor wretched

man! I pretty quickly repented of my indiscreet allusion. To make him

forget it I hastened to tell him that one ought to have a collection of

dried plants. This is called a _herbarium_. He agreed at once, and the

very next day he brought me in a grey paper parcel several pretty

plants, each with its own label. The course of botany had begun, and I

made astonishing progress from the very first. But I had no idea botany

was so immoral, or of the difficulty of the first explanations, above

all from a priest. You know, my dear, plants marry just as we do, but

most of them have many husbands. One set is called phanerogams, if I

have remembered the barbarous name properly. It is Greek, and means to

marry openly at the townhall. Then there are the cryptogams--those who

marry secretly. The mushrooms that you eat marry in secret. All this is

very shocking, but he did not come out of it so badly--better than I

did, who had the silliness to shout with laughter, once or twice, at the

most delicate passages. But I have become cautious now and I do not put

any more questions.

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