People generally regard these as poor bedding plants, and they usually are. They are nice during the spring time, then red spicier comes and the end is near for the season. Near Lexington, in Kentucky, during a hot August day, when the celebrated "Blue-grass" of that region was of a coffee brown, and the corn-fields looked as if a fire had swept over them; when even the hemp might have lost its green color, only that it seemed to make an extra effort, in view of its probable needs in a Washington jail, the writer saw one of the old kinds of twenty years or more ago, with hundreds of bright crimson flowers, and hundreds of healthy green leaves, in an old soap box by an humble cabin door. It must have been over two feet high, by one and a half across. It evidently knew the hands which fed it, and was grateful for it all.