".—I once saw our almost like a field of gold when the was in full blossom. .—Although it grows so well in England and in some parts of Scotland, it is not so common everywhere, as it is here, Henry. , the great botanist, had never seen it in Sweden, his own country; and when he first saw it here in full golden blossom, he knelt down and thanked God for making anything so beautiful. Then its delicious scent, like pleasant , is very refreshing and nice, is it not? Linnæus is said to have lamented that he could not keep this beautiful plant alive in Sweden, even in a . Severe frosts even in England are apt to kill it. In many places the is used to make fires, and is cut down and kept as fuel, especially to heat bakers' ovens. Cattle also will eat it, and in some parts of Wales it is grown expressly to feed the horses during winter. .—But, Granny, how the thorns must prick the horses' mouths and throats! .—Ah, Alice, the Welsh people are wiser than you think. They cut the gorse when very young, and bruise it in a so as to break all the thorns."