230 THE FLORIST. 



kinds: Fair Rosamond, Duchess de Bordeaux, Pearl of England, 

 Queen Elizabeth, One-in-the-ring;, Diana, Dr. .Tephson, Globosa alba 

 grandiflora. Napoleon, Purity, and Gem of the West. 



Roses were generally small and somewhat out of character ; hut 

 among them we remarhed fair blooms of La Heine, Saffranot, Cloth 

 of Gold, Aimee Vibert, Charles Souchet, Mrs. Elliott, General Allard, 

 Acidalie, Bouquet de Flore, Paul Joseph, and other favourite kinds. 



Verbenas were numerous ; but rather past their best. 



A PACKET OF SEEDS SAVED BY AN OLD GATIDENER. 



[Continued from p. 181.] 



Time wore away, and I did as well as I could. Once I had got a 

 few days' work at a farmer's some way off, and had to get up early, 

 and was late getting home; and I wasn't quite as strong as I used 

 to be. At this farmer's I always had my meals given me, and I 

 managed to save a bit to bring home for my wife and the children. 

 I left one very ill one morning, my only boy ; and when I got home 

 at night he was very bad. I never found my wife in such trouble 

 before ; and when we looked at his poor worn face and bony hands, 

 and then when oar eyes met one another, I thought no two people 

 on earth could be more miserable. 1 noticed, as I got in, the broken 

 window was mended ; and so for something to talk about, and turn 

 our thoughts a bit, I spoke about it. " Oh," said my wife, " I forgot 

 to tell you that George came and put it in, and said that he'd do 

 any other little thing for us like that, and be glad of it." This 

 George was a poor outcast of a boy that I'd got the painter and 

 glazier to take, when it was worth his while to please me ; and he'd 

 behaved well, and got on, and made himself a workman and useful ; 

 and while I was out he'd walked down, and asked my wife to let 

 him m.end the broken square ; for he said Fd made a man of him, 

 and he'd never forget it while he could handle a diamond ; and before 

 he'd see our window go broken, he'd go without a day's victuals. 

 It almost made me whimper to see this bit of sunshine, when every 

 thing else looked so cloudy. 



It was late in summer, and I was up early next morning and off 

 to my work, got it done, and went into the house to get my supper 

 and my money, for they paid me at this house every day. " I haven't 

 got your two shillings for you," said the maid ; " for master and 

 mistress went out, and I suppose forgot it." She saw me turn colour 

 a bit, I dare say, for she said, " I can let you have it out of my own 

 money, if you like ;" but 1 hastily said, " No, thank you ;" and putting 

 my supper in my basket, went off home. My way was through 

 a field, with a roundish hill and a plantation in it, and the paths 

 went right and left from the stile to the two ends of the village ; 

 and the right-hand one was my proper track. I never went the 

 other M'ay, for it took me past my old happy home, and I couldn't 



