Various, Philosophical transactions, Vol… (1759)
“ I cannot recollect the name of this plant or flower.This bunch, or wreathed rose, incloses a heap of gravel, as if petrified or hardened, and ends upon a level with the hole of the egg, exactly as high as the last rank of mamellæ, which wreath upon, embrace, and sustain it, leaving always an empty space to let the sea-water pass in, which should fill the inside of the egg or bladder, and even to let in little fishes and shells.I was surprised to find in one little living muscles, as they always are attached to some solid body by their beards. ”
