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to be, as stated, an Italian seedling, and the name favours 

 that supposition ; it is spelt differently by different people, but 

 Mr. Veitch believes the proper way to be " Valtevaredo." 



The following are the names of a few first-rate Camellias, 

 which should occupy a place in every collection : — 



Albertus, blush, striped with carmine. 



Archduchess Augusta, crimson, veined with purple and tipped with 



white. 

 Augustina superba, beautiful rose. 

 Beali, bright crimson. 



Comte de Paris, salmon pink, edged with rose. 

 Countess of Ellesmere, fine rose. 



Countess of Orkney, pure white, striped with carmine, extra fine. 

 Emelia Campioni, rosy carmine, fine and large. 

 Fra Arnoldo da Brescia, rose, fine form. 

 General Drouot, rose striped with white. 

 Giardino Franchetti, bright pink, slightly marbled, fine. 

 Halfida, beautiful rose. 

 II Cygno, pure white. 



Jubilee, flesh colour, striped and spotted. , 

 Mathotiana, bright crimson, large and fine. 

 Queen of Denmark, crimson, shaded and striped with rose. 

 Reine des Fleurs, carmine, striped with white. 

 Rubens, deep rose, fine and large. 

 Saccoi Nova, same as Halfida, fine. 

 Storyi, beautiful pink, extra fine shape. 

 Targioni, white, with carmine stripes. 

 Teutonia, delicate rose, striped in centre of each petal. 

 Valtevaredo, see plate. 

 Wilderi, fine rose. 



To the above must be added a splendid new light- coloured 

 Camellia, named " Countess of Derby," which Mr. Veitch 

 intends offering to the public next season. 



"THE THERMOMETER AT 20°, AND A FEW OTHER 



THINGS." 



We have had a very severe frost here, with the thermometer at 20°. 

 The effect of the frost, followed by intense heat, is disastrous. A 

 correspondent at Bromley Common speaks also of its malign effects on 

 his wall trees. I was at Critchill, yesterday (April 12), the palatial 

 residence of Mr. Sturt, and walked round the gardens with him, to 

 see the fruit. The orchard house and glass-cased south wall, 160 feet 

 in length, most beautifully done, groan with well-set fruit — but, 

 outside the glass, over a large expanse of 12 feet high walls, I could 

 not detect a single specimen. The head gardener, Mr. Newton, told 

 me, that all Lord Shaftesbury's wall fruit was destroyed. At my 

 friend and neighbour's garden, the Rev. Mr. Austen, who is one of 

 your subscribers, Peaches, Apricots, and Nectarines are totally gone. 

 One of my parishioners, who works at Langton Garden, for Mr. 



