Many a happy-go-lucky barefoot lad has knit his brows and bulged his cheek with his tongue, or whistled while he danced on one foot and held the other, after treading on a prickly tuft of Thistle leaves along the way to or from his favourite swimming hole. That is the way he learned to know the Thistle and to respect it. Can this be the true story of how the Scotch learned to dance the Highland fling ? One night, a long time ago, a barefoot Dane experienced the same sensation and startled a Scotch sentinel, who saved his sleeping comrades from annihilation. This incident caused the patriotic Scots to adopt the Thistle as their national emblem. In Scotland it is truly "a thing of beauty and a joy forever," but the American farmer never saw it that way. Because it threatened his hay fields, laws have been enacted in some states for its speedy extermination. Notwithstanding their con-demnable qualities, they are really one of the handsomest ornamental plants that have come to our shores. They are especially attractive and conspicuous in our meadows and pastures, because cattle and horses studiously avoid them and graze all around them, and bees and butterflies are always hovering delightfully about them. Some of the species have been used as a remedy for swelled veins. They were held at one time to be a sure cure for the "blues," and to dream of Thistles was considered an omen of good luck. Silly lassies of olden days, who desired to anticipate their lover's sincerity, did so by placing trimmed Thistles under their pillows at night, and noting certain changes in them the following morning.