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from the stem and from every joint and corner where the possi- 

 bihty of a bloom exists. The foliage, too, is very handsome and 

 the leaves are the last to fall in autumn. It has never fruited here. 



The tiny Chiogenes serpyllijoliay the creeping Snowberry from 

 North America, did well in a boggy pocket, set its little fruits and 

 seemed at home ; but it was smothered by coarser things and 

 forgotten, and now it has disappeared. It is a good and dainty 

 scrap, and easy enough in wet peat. 



Celastrus scandens is an old favourite — a tremendous climber 

 from North America — whose orange-coloured berries and autumn 

 tints are very effective. It needs to be kept in bounds, and is 

 very greedy and pushing underground as well as overhead. 



With Citrm I have not succeeded out of doors, save partially 

 in the case of the deciduous C. trifoliata from Japan. This 

 thorny customer, though it flowers freely, with large, lax, snow- 

 white blossoms that come before the triple leaves, has not set fruit 

 as yet. It would probably add little to the joy of my dessert if it 

 did, though you who have seen and grown the oranges, will perhaps 

 say that grapes are sour. 



Clematis would need a booklet by itself. The word is Klema, 

 a vine, and a few members of the genus are here, notably C 

 indivisa lohata, a beautiful creamy-white flowered species from 

 New Zealand. It is tender, and shares an Archangel mat with 

 Lonicera Hildehrandti and Ruscus androgynus when frost falls and 

 the east wind blows. Here, too, are C. virginica, C. lanuginosa, 

 C. graveolens — a pretty yellow species from Chinese Tartary — 

 C. Montana ruhenSy absurdly over- rated, C. vitalba, in the arms of 

 a yew tree, and one or two of the shrubby species. But I am not 

 very fond of the race, though C. cirrhosa I appreciate, when its 



