Aged Botanist? marry come up! [Sir J. Hooker jestingly congratulated him on taking up botany in his old age.] I should like to know of a younger spark. The first time I heard myself called the old gentleman was years ago when we were in South Devon. A half-drunken Devonian had made himself very offensive, in the compartment in which my wife and I were travelling, and got some simple Saxon from me, accompanied, I doubt not, by an awful scowl Ain’t the old gentleman in a rage, says he.