Shanghai, April 13—The flowers that bloom in the spring (tra-la?) do not make much of a show in Weihaiwei and are nothing to compare to the grand splash of gold which the buttercups on my lawn are giving me today lowers which I am jealously guarding from the threatened attacks of weedy-women so soon to be among us once more. But there is one early spring flower in the North which puzzled me for some time and which I, in my ignorance, have only just been able to trace. We all used to call it the "wild crocus" because it looked very much like a pale purple member lof that family, and it was not until I recently examined the hairy petals, leaves and stalk, that I realized it was an Anenome: it is a pale
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