Thoughts from my Garden Seat. 85 



Editorial Miscellany. — As a pioneer of expected future brilliancies, 

 comes your editorial introduction to the " Miscellany." You have begun 

 well, sir; persevere, and soon I hope to see the envious undergrowth, that 

 charlatanism and ignorance have interposed, cleared away, and an unin- 

 terrupted view of nature's countenance reflected in the mirror of your 

 Magazine. Make your pen your axe; labor fearlessly and do not falter, 

 and ere long the consummation of this object will be the precursor to 

 more substantiul rewards. Your modest assertion of your claim to a lead- 

 ers station cannot be construed into egotism, when it is remembeied that, 

 though young, the best part of your life was passed amid the surround- 

 insfs which awaken the soul and enlarge the mind of the horticulturist. 

 You, like myself, are a pupil of the great Downing, and your grateful 

 reference to his memory proves how sensible you are of this good fortune. 

 As for the Phreton like pretenders who would attempt to guide his char- 

 iot, there is little danger of their setting either earth or water on fire. So 

 I advise you to let them quietly subside into the mire of oblivion in which 

 they are slowly, surely sinking. For fear my garrulity may transcend 

 the space allotted for my lucubrations, I am constrained to touch but 

 lightly on the agreeable collation served up at your Editor's Table. Mr. 

 Durand's plan of sowing lawns seems to me feasible. Mr. D. is a valu- 

 able acquisition to the " Review." T shall see him often, I trust. Who 

 but Tom Hood could have written that curiously fanciful letter of Mr. 

 Frost's. Ilis puns grew as luxuriantly as the " Pkkclus Pcrlginatus''' 

 he speaks of — one end of which was set at his own door, while the other 

 went to market of its own accord. The extract from the "Revue Horti- 

 cole" is well deserving the attention of Florists. And now, with every 

 hope, and scarce a doubt of your ultimate success, I bid you, for the 

 present, adieu. Hudson, November, 1855. 



TIIDUGHTS KKOM MY GARDPJN SEAT. 



MoRNiNG-GLOKiEs I — ouc, two, three, four, five varieties I pale blue, 

 white, pink, dark purple, glowing crimson, and white flecked with blue 

 and crimson — airy as the clouds, with a living, transparent brightness ia 

 their cups, as if they were woven of light and air. Other flowers have 

 their days, .some their weeks, of gradual development— of mature fullness 

 — of slow decay ; the morning-glory is new every morning. It has only 



