bility, a character, and a consequence. It stirs bis pride, promotes his emulation, 

 and increases in him a striving to improve constantly in his vocation. Why, sir, 

 many a time have I known the toiling, pains-taking gardener, intelligent in his 

 line, far more worthy of companionship than the conceited parvenu — there is now 

 and then one such — who employed him, and kept him in a degraded position, 

 while ministering to his own inflated pride and accidental wealth. Many an un- 

 known Sir Joseph Paxtou, might have risen to fame and eminence through the 

 kind word fitly spoken, and the generous encouragement of an appreciating 

 employer. Of had gardeners — imported, at that — we have enough, in all con- 

 science ; but we can rapidly have better ones, by taking the pains to make them, 

 and showing them that their endeavors are appreciated by their employers. 



Gardening, in its elevated sense, is one of the fine arts, and no one not thus 

 estimating it, need suppose that he can command the labors of a Praxiteles in that 

 line, at the same rate of compensation he does those of the boor who blasts out 

 the shapeless marble from the quarry. 



Mr. DowelVs Rhododendron. — A most gorgeous thing. When you have tried 

 it, just let us know whether it will stand, unhoused, our northern winters. If so, 

 we must see about it. A perfect Rhododendron is the sumtmim bonum of floral 

 beauty. 



Cultivation of the Raspberry. — Excellent. Raspberries — to my notion — are 

 the best summer fruits we have. So easy to grow, that everybody, with a little 

 patch of land, can have them — a great argument in their favor. But there is one 

 objection to those you describe, Mr. Hughes — that of their sensibility to frost — 

 inseparable, probably, from varieties so choice. Now, I grow a most excellent, 

 strong, red raspberry, prolific in bearing, delicious in flavor, and a month in 

 season, whose wood is hardy as a currant bush. It is not our common field red 

 raspberry, either. The man I had it of said it was the Antwerp ; but it is not 

 the red Antwerp of the nurseries ; yet quite as good, and I would not exchange 

 it for any of the less hardy kinds, if I could have but one. I hope that Dr. 

 Brinckle, among all the new varieties with which he has blessed the world, will 

 invent a hardy one, of choice flavor. 



The Lombardy Poplar. — Rather sensible in Mr. Allen. I hope he has the 

 courage to practise what he so well preaches, by planting them in his grounds. 

 For my part, I always did like the Lombardy Poplar, although it has long been 

 an outcast with some people professing high taste in tree culture. As he heads 

 his article in the plural, and has described only one, I hope he intends to show us 

 the propriety of renewing some other "old fashioned" varieties. If so, he will 

 do the public a service. Suppose you try your hand, Mr. A. ? 



Doxonincfs Familiar Notes and Letters. — The pleasure of reading them is dashed 

 with sadness that so accomplished a spirit can no more be seen and heard by those 

 who loved him so well. At his death no man, in his peculiar walk, on this side 

 the Atlantic, gave so much promise of usefulness as he. And there is none who 

 has yet given promise to take fully his place. His genius was a natural one. 



