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of whole buildings completely covered 

 from roof to the ground with sweet 

 Koses and gratefully scented Honey- 

 suckles, but I have often found that 

 early memories become magnified. 

 The distance of time lends an enchant- 

 ment to the early view. I had come to 

 suspect that the Roses may not have 

 been quite so strong, nor the Honey- 

 suckles quite so sweet, as these early 

 memories record them. But here they 

 were, even excelling these impressions 

 and giving a new echo to the voices of 

 youth. The tale was true. The wild 

 English Hojieysuckles, running by the 

 ciittage door, rambling under the eaves 

 to almost gable end, dropping in festoons 

 between the windows, and only by the 

 aid of art permitting a glimpse of the 

 within, and giving out thousands — yes, 

 thousands of bunches of their deliciously 

 scented purple, and white, and yellow 

 flowers. And the Eoses, and the Pyra- 

 cantha, and the Evergreen Ivy, and the 

 scores of other things which, even in 

 Philadelphia cannot be grown without 

 much trouble, here they may be seen 

 climbing in wonderful luxuriance, or 

 making bushes in some cases, nearly as 

 large as the habitations they adorned. 



Koses? yes ! How they would have 

 charmed the heart of an Ellwanger or 

 a Parsons ! How the enormous "Jacks," 

 by the thousands, would have made the 

 purses tremble of those florists who with 

 us only get them to perfection by the 

 lavish expenditure of cash and by the 

 sweat of their brows ! Even ihe stand- 

 ard or tree Roses are grown to an enor- 

 mous extent, and make the same beauti- 

 ful ornaments in yards that they make 

 in the Old World. And the indigen- 

 ous Rose — Rosa Cinnamonea or Cin- 

 namon Rose — grows in a state whicli I 

 may almost call grandeur. I have it 

 growing in my Germ an town garden, but 

 about three feet is all the height it cares 

 to grow for me. Here you may see 

 bushes — ^nay, masses — -scores of feet in 



diameter, ten feet or more high, and 

 bearing thousands of their remarkably 

 sweet, rosy flowers, giving a fragrance^, 

 to the air for a long distance away. In 

 many instances the Sweet Brier and 

 Eglantine of the Old World had become 

 naturalized, and got into the fraternal 

 embraces of their native brother ; but 

 those were also growing with equal 

 luxuriance, showing that it is the cli- 

 mate which does it all. 



When the time shall come that the 

 whole country shall be brought under 

 improved speed in traveling connections, 

 and the United States shall be but a few 

 days' reach from this now distant land, 

 this ought to be the great Rose center 

 of the American continent. Not only 

 the Rose, but numberless plants of the 

 Old World have escaped from culti\Ti- 

 tion, and are making their way through 

 the world on their own account mos* 

 gloriously. The English Daisy, the 

 "gowan tine" which Burns tells us of in 

 '* Auld Lang Syne," is getting out every- 

 where among the grass, and the Furze 

 and the Broom and many othei-s abound 

 in the woods and along the road-sides. 



In Mr. Johnston's beautiful nurser- 

 ies T saw the Deodar, and many other 

 evergreens half-hardy with us, growing 

 magnificently, and I have never in any 

 part of the world — not even in its native 

 home at Calaveras, Mariposa, and other 

 places — seen the great Mammoth Se- 

 quoia so evidently satisfied with this 

 world as in Mr. Johnston's grounds. 

 These nursery grounds are not very large, 

 but have more variety than I have seen 

 in any nursery since I left home. Ap- 

 ples, Pears, Plums, and particularly 

 Cherries, make a remarkably vigorous 

 and healthy growth, and just now the 

 Cherries are breaking down with their 

 weight of fruit. But here, as elsewhere 

 good culture has to tell its own story. 

 Apples orchards are set out, then they 

 are left to struggle for food with the 

 grass or other vegetation, and soon get 



