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every clime. Sadly, like some cemetery tree, does the 

 beautiful Douglas Pine remind us of him whose name it 

 bears, who sent it to adorn our homes, and who, searching 

 for fresh prizes, perished miserably, falling into a pit dug 

 by the Sandwich Islanders for the capture of wild bulls, 

 and gored to death by one of them. The lovely Lycaste 

 speaks to us sorrowfully of George Ure Skinner ; and the 

 most striking of the Marantas (Veitchii), the velvety Begonia 

 Pearcei, with its golden flowers, the exquisite Gymnos- 

 tachium, and splendid Sanchezia, of Richard Pearce, — both 

 of whom died in their harness. These and others have 

 amplified our shining stores ; while our florists at home, by 

 selection, culture, cross-breeding, and hybridising, have 

 made admirable improvements and large additions in every 

 department of their art. The gardener, nevertheless, with 

 all this wealth and skill, fails signally, in my eyes, as to the 

 laying out of his garden. He fails, because he has to a 

 great extent abandoned the English or natural system for 

 the Italian and Geometrical, because he must have a sensa- 

 tional garden in spring, summer, and winter. His ancestors 

 — poor floral fogies ! — looked upon their gardens as quiet 

 resting-places, fair scenes of refreshment and of health ; and 

 wandering amid these " haunts of ancient peace," they 



