KEW.
April 2, /[18]73.
My dear Lady Jardine The plant is the Wigandia Caracasana, a native of Venezuela; it is one of the fine foliage things that are planted out in the London Parks in summer, but do not flower except in a Hot House. The weather is delightful, and I should so enjoy a walk with you -- but oh, and alas! I am tied here with more work than ever and I see no end to it. My whole life is becoming "one horrid grind", as Mr Mantalini said. I have no time even to read a novel. I took up the "Burgomaster's Family" the other day, and have in a week got through only 58 pages! I think you would like it; it is a pretty story and prettily told, so far as I have gone. Your Oaks are growing nicely. When will you come and see them? Frances*1 is not over well. She caught cold at the Boat-race on Saturday. She sends her love. With kindest regards to Sir William, I am ever yours affectly[sic], | Jos.D.Hooker.