AND HORTICULTURIST 



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Literature, Travels aiw Personal -Notes 



COMMUNICATIONS. 



NOTICE CI' THE LATE JAMES HAGGERTY, 

 OF POUGHKEEPSIF. 



Sunday afternoon, December 17th, 1882, James 

 Haggcrty, the celebrated rose grower and florist of 

 Poughkeepsie, New York, departed this life. Fif- ! 

 teen years ago he began to complain, and during 

 that whole time he did not enjoy many well days. I 

 He was mostly always troubled with dumb ague, 

 supposed to be malaria, but this last year he suf- 

 fered severely from a bronchial disease. A trip 

 across the ocean helped him somewhat, but after 

 he came home it was the same thing over again. 

 A visit to the famous Catskills last summer, and 

 the pure air of the Adirondacks, failed to restore 

 his health, and death pursued his victim until he 

 relieved him on the above mentioned day from all 

 earthly troubles. 



The funeral took place at eleven o'clock on Wed- 

 nesday morning next. It was largely attended. 

 Florists and friends from all parts came to pay their 

 last tributes to the deceased. An eloquent funeral 

 sermon was delivered by the Rev. Dr. Hear. A 

 black pall covered the casket. Large silver 

 handles hung from the sides. A plate with name 

 and age (51 years), together with some beautifully 

 arranged designs in choicest flowers, covered the 

 top. While waiting for the services to take place 

 we took a run through the establishment which the 

 deceased had erected with such ingenuity, con- 

 ducted with such prudence, and diligently attended 

 to at all times. A side hill with a number of ter- 

 races, one above the other, about 10 feet wide and 

 200 feet long, is planted with all leading vari- 

 eties of the best roses, most successfully grown 

 and literally covered with buds. Nothing less than 

 an acre of ground is covered with one glass roof, 

 and by the pillars supporting the roof. 



Marechal Niel and other best running roses are 

 trailing from pillar to pillar, and large numbers of 

 this cjueen of flowers are cut daily. Bougainvillea, 

 with their charming blooms, Bignonia venusta, 

 with large bunches of golden trumpets, change off 

 with the running roses, and are loaded with flowers. 



The sides are planted with bouvardias and bUiilax 

 in beautiful festoons. Four large houses, over 100 

 feet long each, are planted with (ien. Jacqueminot 

 roses and look very promising. One house with 

 Pearl des Jardins roses, healthy and productive. 

 Two houses with carnations, full of flowers, and 

 one with violets, &c. 



These are the principal buildings. It looks as if 

 it woulc^ cost a fortune to run this concern; but it 

 has so far paid expenses, and by proper engineer- 

 ing thousands of roses and other flowers have been 

 cut and sold daily and resulted in large profits. 

 By his works, as a self-made man, the deceased 

 created for himself a monument which will be re- 

 membered as long as Poughkeepsie's history. 



Trusting that the widow, three boys and two 

 girls, pro\e themselves worthy of this famous 

 property, which stands superior to anything of the 

 kind in the State, if not indeed in the United States, 

 we close these few well merited remarks regarding 

 a dear friend whom we esteemed- \ery highly. 



'•Iic(|uiesoatin iiace."' 



UNDER THE HAWTHORNS— No. H. 

 m WM. T. H.ARDING, MOUNT HOLLY, N. J. 



It is doubtful if any writer of prose or poetry 

 ever had the graphic power to vivify rural scenery 

 w^th a reality so true to nature as had the gifted 

 Burns, and his happiest efforts are often mani- 

 fested when delineating the wild and picturesque 

 scenes so peculiar to the romantic features of 

 Caledonia. His ardent admiration for trees and 

 flowers is often expressed with a fervor akin to 

 adoration; and the "milk-white hawthorn bush" 

 seems especially to have been one of his arboreal 

 favorites. And with a descriptive eloquence un- 

 surpassed, how exquisitely in poetic metaphor he 

 pictures an old hawthorn, as it appeared to his 

 vivid imagination in the gray dawn of the early 

 morning, and charmingly invests it with an interest 

 bordering on veneration. As an instance of his fe- 

 licity of expression, I quote his sentimental allusion 

 to the hawthorn, in the idiom of Bonnie Scotland — 



• The liavs tlioin I will pu", wi" its locks o" siller gray, 

 Wlieii like an aged man it stands at l)reak o' day.'' 



