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THE GARDENERS' MONTHLY 



[August, 



I would also recommend Tropaeolum Lobbianum 

 as a very attractive climber. They differ materi- 

 ally from the common running Nasturtium. They 

 will grow from ten to twenty feet in height. 



T. L. Coleur de Bismark is brown ; Geant des 

 Batailles, carmine ; Roi des Noirs, black ; Von 

 Moltke, bright bluish rose. 



THE EGLANTINE ROSE, 



BY MRS. D. W., OF SUMMERVILLE, S. C. 



The Eglantine Rose, so often mentioned in our 

 American botanical works, appears to be different 

 from what I remember it in England and France 

 over forty years ago. 



The Eglantine, "L'Eglantinier," has small bright 

 dark green foliage, is a running rose — or can be 

 made so. It bears single purely white flowers (the 

 petals rather thick), with quantities of bright yel- 

 low stamens. The fragrance of the flower is de- 

 liciously faint and sweet, while the Dog Rose, of 

 Europe and of our own land, bears pink blossoms, 

 some pale, some deeply colored, the largest and 

 most briUiant I ever saw being those of Nova 

 Scotia and Canada. The foliage is paler than that 

 of the Eglantine, and scentless ; the flower of 

 much finer texture, and the fragrance entirely un- 

 like the Eglantine. 



The Sweet Briar, so common in Europe and so 

 beloved by peer and peasant, bears a small in- 

 significant pink rose, while its rough foliage, full 

 of thorns, is valued for its fresh, pungent frag- 

 rance, retained even long after being dried. The 

 Sweet Briar grows to be a tall, wide-spreading 

 bush ; in the summer perfectly covered with its 

 tiny blossoms. 



Again, with regard to the Eglantine, I have a 

 vivid recollection of an Eglantine growing luxuri- 

 antly over a building on my father's estate in Eng- 

 land, which was always known by that name, and 

 the white flowers eagerly culled for their pleasant 

 pecuhar fragrance. 



UNWORTHY NOVELTIES. 

 BY VIRGINIAN, WALKERTON, VA. 



Permit a stranger heartily to thank Mrs. R. B. 

 Edson for her "Random Jottings" in the May 

 number of the Monthly, and especially for her 

 last paragraph. Surely people have been long 

 enough humbugged with the wonderful Hydrangea 

 paniculata grandiflora. Like many others, I too 

 invested half a dollar in a little plant some years 

 ago. It grew and bloomed abundantly. For a 

 while the "head" was of a pale green, then for 



two or three weeks white, and in that condition 

 nearly as good as the old-fashioned Snow Ball, 

 but soon changed to a dull, dingy, dirty pink, a 

 disgrace to the lawn. 



In moving my residence I left that behind. It 

 was one of the few plants I had no wish to take 

 with me. I can find no one here who thinks it 

 nearly as good as the old Snow Ball. 



I see still freely advertised another plant of which 

 I bought a specimen some years ago, and threw 

 away after blooming it — the Tritoma, sometimes 

 called Red-hot Poker plant. Please let me say, if 

 any one wants a stiff, ungraceful, coarse, glaring, 

 vulgar-looking thing, let him get the Tritoma ; it 

 will fill the bill. 



There are so many plants and flowers of charm- 

 ing gracefulness and exquisite beauty, why should 

 we spend our money and give our space for things 

 that, to say the least, are far inferior to hundreds 

 of others ? 



THE PERILS OF BEE-KEEPING. 



BY A VICTIM. 



I am led sometimes to doubt whether the poeti- 

 cal parson. Dr. Watts, knew as much as he might 

 have done about entomology, or as much as he 

 ought about botany, when he exclaimed, 



"How (loth the little busy liee 



Ttiiprove each shining hour, 

 And gather honey all the day 



From every opening flower." 



My good neighbors, the observant Mr. Bumbles 

 and the somewhat sceptical Bodgers, coincide with 

 me, and say "the learned D.D., was mistaken 

 about 'every opening flower.' 'Stramonium 1' 

 whispers Bumbles. ' Aconitum I' mutters Bod- 

 gers. Rank poisons, both of them, which bees 

 never touch." 



• Alas ! how often does the apiaryphobist dip his 

 pen in the viscid secretions found in the honey- 

 comb and write sweet effusions about "The am- 

 brosial hive," &c. While the nectar is on his lips 

 he becomes- wonderfully loquacious, and with a- 

 zeal worthy a better cause discourses much about 

 the merits of his beloved bee pets. But "the gay 

 deceiver" says not a word about " the dirks be- 

 neath their doublets." " Smooth in speech; per- 

 suasive;" beware of the honey-mouthed man, and, 

 like "the deceits of the world, the flesh and the 

 devil," shun him. Remember, too, that in the cup 

 we daily drink most of us find as much wormwood 

 and gall as sugar and honey. 



" 'Twas in the pleasant month of May, 

 When bees from flower to flower did bum," 



