AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



La Fiancee. — Pure white — round and small, like a small white Daisy — one of the best 



Le Jonghur. — Yellow — with orange center. 



Soulidelta. — Purplish pink and white — prettily shaded. 



Lc Sajrajon. — Yellowish hrovvn. 



Eliza Miellcz. — Light pink — open centre. 



Earinone. — Dark pink — good flower. 



The following are excellent varieties of the Daisy Chrysanthemums, which are to be had 

 in some of the nurseries : 



Cupidon. — Light crimson — full double — inclining to purple. 



Migronetti—Ylowcr very double, imbricated— about half an inch in diameter— color 

 lilac. 



Picciolina.— Rosy white— regular in form— about three quarters of an inch in dia- 

 meter. 



Nivi. — Fine small crimson flower, about half an inch across. 

 Le Feu Follet. — Rich beautiful crimson — nearly an inch in diameter. 

 Lp Pygmee. — Yellow — full double — about half an inch broad. 

 Cora. — Color silvery, inclining to purple — flowers quite small. 



lUninns. 



Walks and Talks of an American Farmer in England, with Illustrations: By 



Fred. Law Olmsted. [Putnam's Family Library, No. Ill; price 25 cents.] 

 Here is a book of travels with a smack of novelty about it. Mr. Olmsted is one of 

 our original young Yankee farmers, who, not being satisfied with knowing the old world, 

 and its farming ways especially, through the books of literary men, set out to see Europe 

 ■with his own eyes, and learn what he could by actual experience. Accordingly, he es- 

 chews railroads, post-coaches, and the like modern conveniences for reducing all the civil- 

 ized world to one dead level of interest, and takes to his legs, to spy out the beauty as 

 well as the nakedness of the mother country, for himself. 



A very pleasant bit of travel he has made of it, with no dust in his e3'es — for Mr. Olm- 

 sted is one of the new school of American farmers, without a single old prejudice, wide 

 awake on all questions of the times, and a believer in the largest interpretation of the fu- 

 ture of the people. He looks around him with his democratic eyes wide open, and peers 

 into all the musty and rotten corners of mother England, as M'ell as many of her bright 

 and glorious places, that she offers to the eyesight and reflection of all strangers. Travel- 

 ling on foot, and thus entering into conversation, sometimes with relations of intimacy, 

 with the heart of the people, is undoubtedly the true way of getting at the pith of weal 

 and woe of a country. You free yourself, in this way, of the " company manners" of 

 the nation, and see it in its homely, genuine, earnest life — the good and bad mixed, like 

 woof and warp of individual character. 



Mr. Olmsted's book is extremely fresh and honest, and you travel along with him 

 through the great lanes, and between hedges of hawthorns, snowy with blossoms. You 

 talk with milk-maids about making cheese; with farmers about the misery they find in 

 free trade, and with your neat landlady, who serves you Avith the mug of "home-brew 

 quite as if you too, had your " short, crooked sapling for a walking stick," an 

 ow traveller on a " long jog." 



