214 MISCKLLANEOUS INTELLIGENCE. 



lormatlon, and the hold it has already obtained in public estimation, we arc 

 Cully justified in anticipating that its operations will become extensively useful 

 ill promoting the science of Floriculture, and that it is now, like the Floricul- 

 tural Cabinet, only " Hercules in the cradle." —I send you also the names of 

 the successful competitors at the last show, with the list of prizes then awarded. 



William Mav, Honorary Secretary 

 To the Metropolitan Society of Florists and Amateurs. 



Islington, London, Sept. 6th, 1833. 



[We thank Mr. May for the account of the show; it is inserted with others 

 in our Supplementary Number. We shall be obliged by any others Mr. May 

 may favour us with. — Conductou.] 



Reply relative to the "Springfield Rival" Dahlia. — I beg to hand 

 you the following facts for insertion in the Floriciiltural Cabinet: — 



The " Springfield Rival" Dahlia was raised at Tooting (and not near Brom- 

 ley, in Kent), in the gardens, and by the gardener, of Mr. Perkins, of that 

 place. 



I never, first or last, offered to buy that Dahlia alone ; my offer was for 

 any five 1 pleased to select. 



I was never, first or last, informed that I was too late, or that any flower 

 was sold; on the contrary, I was told I should have an answer in a few days. 



I never returned in a few days with Mr. Hopwood, of Twickenham. I 

 never saw the man, the garden, or the flower, but once. 



I never heard, first or last, the name of Mr. Inwood mentioned as the pur- 

 chaser of any flower; and when 1 sent days afterwards for an answer, the only 

 satisfaction 1 had was, that the grower had not made up his mind yet. 



Jt is not for me to impute to Mr. Hogg any particular motive, for to him I 

 am a stranger; but it is evident that he has been deceived by some person, 

 whoss object is about as creditable as his information is true. 



George Glennit. 



N.B. See Mr. Hogg's remarks, page 189. 



THE VOICELESS PREACHER. 



It is summer, and I have seen my garden-loving friend — have heard his 

 glowing praises of the spot consecrated to Flora. I have visited it, and am 

 impelled to speak of all that is sweet, and gay, and beautiful — of all that is 

 delicate and magnificent in the world of flowers. 



When singins the " Winter Garden" I was fain to give the reins to my 

 imagination, — indeed, to spur the lazy and almost torpid faculty; but ah! 

 how different is it now ! for while I inhale an atmosphere of balmy odours, 

 listen to the voice of aerial songsters, and heboid the splendid carpet spread 

 by nature's God, I am obliged to hold with rigid grasp the rein on Fancy, lest 

 she should conduct me beyond the bounds of reason. 



The first little garden monitor which speaks to the car of piety and of feel- 

 ing, is the unobtrusive crocus. It is the youngest born of winter, and may 

 be considered as a link which connects that season to the spring, and which, 

 having by the potent aid of sunshine and of shower, secured the newly-caught 

 season, retires unrepiningly with its ungracious parent. Such is the conduct 

 of the unostentatious, who having served the pur])oses of usefulness for which 

 they left the shade, return to it cheerfully as did the Roman Cincinnatus to 

 his plough, after subduing the enemies of his country. 



We are not left to mourn long the sudden exit of our early little visitors, 

 as their places are more than filled by gue«ts who, from having basked in the 

 gentle smiles of a moderate sunshine, are emboldened to erect their heads, 

 and to assume all the gay, yet uncxpeusive colours of the rainbow. Such is 

 the daffodil, the hyacinth, the tulip, &c. &,c. The brief sojourn of these bril- 

 liant belles is lamented by the florist, whilst the moralist endeavours to draw 

 a lesson from it : 



'• Rptiirnini; seatons still new flowers bring, 

 But fiuled beauty has no second spring." 

 But religion and morality say that intellectual beauty, the result of high 

 mental culture, is perennial — that it survives all seasons and their changes- 

 11 then, my fair reader, your mirror tells you a plain but wholesome truth, 

 fudeavour not to disguia. that truth, nor mourn that its teudcncy is humbling; 



