The CanaiiiDt Horticulturist. 



'43 



Pplmposes and Polyanthuses. The primelas sent out arc otherwise 



42.— Are not the new primroses what we known as P. ojfiiiiuilis (cowsHp), and 



have always called polyanthus. I have P. elatior (ox lip), well known natives 



some in bloom now by the side of those of England. P. variabilis (Polvan- 



received, and I can't see any difterence. fV,,,o\ it. ^ l-...K.-;,i K^*. ^u • 



ThosG. Gaston, H.n.ilton. ^^"^) '^'^ ^''> ''"^' between the prim- 

 rose and the cowslip, and also occurs 



Very near relatives, hut distinct, wild in Britain. 



OPEN LETTERS 



Sir, — 1 have had the enclosed in my desk 

 for some time. If you care for it I had best 

 send it to you. as my memory is so bad I 

 may forget all about it. 



God has spared me to welcome the daisies 

 again. I don't want you to think me a 

 " doleful creature" ; I'm as happy as a sun- 

 baam. Respectfully, 



April 2, 1889. Grandma Gowan. 



My Shades (a reverie). 



In the gloaming I sit dreaming, 

 'Neath my grand Catalpa tree, 



Vaguely dreaming of my lost ones 

 Till I'm lost in fantasy. 



In the hours of starry silence, 

 Spent beneath this leafy dome. 



Shades of loved ones round me hover ; 

 I know that I am not alone. 



There sits beside me " Doneel Dido," 



Lovely, as in by -gone years ; 

 I feel his chubby arms around me ; 



I feel him kissing off my tears. 



And there my merry laughing Nell ; 



I see her in that pearly rose, 

 Breathing around her magic spell. 



Banishing my fancied woes. 



She was to me a Summer day, 



My playful sporti\e fawn ; 

 Her life a sacred melody. 



Sweet, as the dewy dawn. 



There stands " Madonna Susie Mary," 

 With eyes as soft as the gazelle's, 



But, ah ! some jealous little fairy 

 Changed her to that Immortelle. 



Soft strains, as from an unseen shore, 

 Like the swelling sigh of my Mary's 

 zither 



I hear so oft when the day is o'er. 



Is it my love or the woodland zephyr ? 



Here close beside me dark-eyed Dora, 



Sombre, as that dusky pine. 

 A mystic fragrance lingers o'er her ; 



I see her in that liglantine. 



At my feet is blue-eyed baby Willie, 



The sweetest of the angel lot 

 Down from God's garden ; darling Billy, 



You are here, in that Forget-me-not. 



And through the leaves that o'er me 

 quiver 



I see the dear eyes looking down, 

 Of him who long has " cross'd the river, " 



" Inheritor of unfulfilled renown ;" 



Partner of my joys and strife, 



My love for thee knows no control. 



Deem not my love will end with life ; 

 'Tis changeless as my changeless soul. 



On the threshold of two worlds I stand, 



Nought but that starry veil between 

 My blest and I : my angel band, 



W^e'll meet in the " Palace of the King. " 

 • »•••»»» 

 The spectre moon is brightly beaming ; 



My shades are gone, all robed in air ; 

 Their dewy kisses, in my dreaming. 



Is shower'd on mother's silver hair. 

 Mt. Royal Vale. Grandma Gowan. 



From Mr J P Williams, Prince 

 Edward Co 



Sir, — Since your meeting here last sum- 

 mer I have had to pass through the most 

 trying ordeal of my life. My companion 

 passed away in a moment about i a.m.. 

 after having been shopping the afternoon 

 and seeing friends in I'icton. She went to 

 sleep and never again opened her eyes in 

 this world or spoke; and just five weeks on 

 the same day, Thursday, my eldest son was 

 killed in that heavy wind on the loth Janu- 

 ary ; this, together with the fearful depres- 

 sion in the foreign apple market, has been a 

 heavy burden to bear. I am slowl v reco\ er- 

 ing just now, and I send you ii for the 

 renewal of my paper. I have a new variety 

 of white field pea — cross, I think, between 

 Stratagem and Royal Dwarf. From eight 

 single peas saved the first year. I counted 

 2,470 peas, one single vine producing 517. 



