Argosy All-Story Weekly — "The Purple Limited" — page 197: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

q C ———— A PROTEST (|i { BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS Yb. I greatly love my garden, Where the rose is still a rose; And I beg nobody’s pardon _ When I speak of lily-blows; Though no longer, gentle flowers, Are your simple names the thing, And my neighbor’s fragrant bowers To strange nomenclatures ring. I don’t mind the “ Captain Christy ” As a flower full and free; : It is just as sweet and trysty As the pink rose used to be; But it fills me with derision en my Scotch rose from afar Flaunts its beauty on my vision a spinosissima. And perchance I’m rather silly, ~ Yet it hurts my feelings some When I hear my Japan lily Called a lancifolium; And the simple, sweet verbena Doesn’t somehow seem to please, When it blooms in the arena As a teucrioides. Who would know his honeysuckle As a periclymenum, Or the berry of the huckle a Pennsylvanicum? And the Dutchman’s pipe—reliance Of the lattice popular— Now is smothered deep by science As a macrophyllia! I don’t mind appendicitis a name for stomach-ache, And no doubt for book and treatise It is well such terms to fake; But for me, when in my bowers "Mid my blossoms sweet and shy, None shall dub my peeping flowers Flora rubberneckii! : } KS { i }