On Wednevsday, the 13th of December, 1843, he sent me into London to see 

 the assignees, and to endeavor to bring them to terras, our kind and excellent 

 friend, the late Mr. Joseph Strutt, having promised to lend us money for that 

 purpose. The assignees, however, refused to accept the terras we offered, unless 

 Mr. Loudon would also give up to them his edition of Repton, which he was most 

 unwilling to do, as the debt on that work was comparatively small ; and, conse- 

 quently, he had reason to hope that the income produced by it would be soonest 

 available for the support of his family. He was accordingly very much agitated 

 when I told him the result of ray mission, but he did not on that account relax in 

 his exertions ; on the contrary, he continued dictating Self- Instruction till twelve 

 o'clock at night. When he went to bed he could not sleep, and the next morning 

 he rose before it was light, .He then told me he had determined to sacrifice his 

 edition of Repton, in order to have his affairs settled before he died, adding, " but 

 it will break my heart to do so." He repeated, however, that he would make the 

 sacrifice, but he seemed reluctant to send me into town to give his consent ; and 

 most fortunate was it, as, if I had gone that morning, I should not have been with 

 him when he died. He now appeared very ill, and told me he thought he should 

 never live to finish Self- Instruction ; but that he would ask his friend. Dr. Jamieson, 

 to whom he had previously spoken on the subject, to finish the work for him. Soon 

 after this he became very restless, and walked several times from the drawing-room 

 to his bedroom and back again. I feel that I cannot continue these melancholy 

 details : it is sufficient to say, that though his body became weaker every moment, 

 his mind retained all its vigor to the last, and that he died standing on his feet. 

 Fortunately, I perceived a change taking place in his countenance, and I had just 

 time to clasp my arms round him, to save him from falling, when his head sank 

 upon ray shoulder, and he was no raore. 



I do not attempt to give any description of the talents or character of my late 

 husband as an author; his works are before the world, and by them he will be 

 judged ; but I trust I may be excused for adding, that, in his private capacity, he 

 was equally estimable as a husband and a father, and as a master and a friend. 

 He was also a most dutiful son and most affectionate brother. 



It was on the anniversary of the death of Washington (the 14th of December) 

 that Mr. Loudon died, and he was buried, on the 21st of December, in the ceme- 

 tery at Kensall Green. When the coffin was lowered into the grave, a stranger 

 stepped forward from the crowd and threw in a few strips of ivy. This person, I 

 was afterwards informed, was an artificial flower maker, who felt grateful to Mr. 

 Loudon for having given him, though a stranger, tickets for admission to the 

 Horticultural Gardens, and who, never having been able to thank Mr. Loudon in 

 person, took this means of paying a tribute to his memory. 



DWARF PEARS. 



BY SAMUEL B, PARSONS, FLUSHING, LONG ISLAND, N. Y. 



If experiments are successful, they give great pleasure ; if they fail, the mind 

 rarely likes to dwell upon them. Such have been my experiments with dwarf 

 pears. 



In 1848, I planted an orchard of somewhat over four acres, containing about 

 four hundred and fifty standard and one thousand four hundred dwarf pears. The 

 ground was highly manured and thoroughly cultivated each year. 



For several years, the trees grew most rapidly. The varieties of the dwarf 

 were those which do well upon the Quince, Vicar of Winkfield, Glout Morceau, 



