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occasionally in this manner, will greatly enhance the value of 

 the estate, and render the same more desirable to purchasers. 



Every one, in selecting a place of residence in the country, 

 would prefer to procure one that has a neatly arranged garden, 

 with its patches of green, borders of flowers, clumps of shrub- 

 bery, shade trees, — and last, though not least, thrifty orchards — 

 than of those neglected and cheerless spots, that too often greet 

 us as we journey throughout the country. 



This season, the Essex Institute omitted their annual exhi- 

 bition of Fruits and Flowers, and directed their influence to- 

 wards rendering the one held under the auspices of this society 

 the more attractive and interesting. 



The lovely flowers of spring, — the more fragrant and attrac- 

 tive ones of summer have passed and gone ; and they are re- 

 placed by the more sombre, yet in some respects, more showy 

 flowers of autumn, — these, with a few exceptions, are all that 

 remain to grace our stands, and to decorate our tables at these 

 annual exhibitions. Of these, the most conspicuous is the 

 Dahlia. This flower, so infinite in its variety, is a great favo- 

 rite with our gardeners and amateurs, on account of its furnish- 

 ing in abundance at this season of the year, a long succession 

 of blooms. Fine specimens were exhibited. 



Francis Putnam, of Salem, exhibited many and chojce vari- 

 eties of those beautiful Roses, the Noisettes, Teas, China, 

 Bourbons, and Hybrid Perpetuals. This last class of roses are 

 perfectly hardy, and are obtained by hybridisation between the 

 common June and China Roses. They are deserving of a 

 more general cultivation, in consequence of being perpetual 

 bloomers, and ornamenting the gardens with a continual suc- 

 cession of these favorite flowers, during the latter part of sum- 

 mer and autumn. Their appearance in the parterre contrasts 

 strangely, though pleasingly, with the autumnal flowers; and 

 is continually reminding us of the last roses of summer linger- 

 ing in the lap of autumn. 



HENRY WHEATLAND, 



For the Committee on Flowers. 



