SOME CORNISH GARDENS. 



THE GARDEN AT LAMORRAN. 



IN small lodgings at Truro, that I might be near 

 my work (addresses and sermons daily), I had a 

 pleasant proof of that genial sympathy which ani- 

 mates our floral guild. My little parlour, which 

 commanded a near and full, hut somewhat monoton- 

 ous, view of the scaffolding of the new cathedral, was 

 brightened and perfumed by three fresh blooms of 

 Marechal Niel Eose, sent home as the first produce of 

 the tree by a lady resident in Truro, unknown to me 

 even by name. And then came a box containing 

 some grand specimens of roses, which contrasted 

 beautifully with the golden Marechals, and which, 

 though they had travelled from Guernsey to Caunton 

 and thence to Truro, still retained their full size and 

 symmetry and their deep rich crimson tints. They 

 were the first flowers I had seen of Climbing Charles 

 Lefebvre, and the description which the donor, Mr. E. 

 Peters, of The Gardens, Somerset Terrace, Guernsey, 

 gives of the parent makes my mouth water (rose- 



