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foundation of the cellar under the drawing-room ; this had the 

 additional value of warming our house, which before was a very 

 cold one. This he afterwards enlarged, and eventually our 

 garden contained no fewer than five hothouses or conservatories. 



After the first small importation of orchids, which was not, by 

 the way, very successful, though of great interest to us, and helpful 

 in teaching the gardener the management and culture of these 

 difficult and rare plants, he continued to make additions, partly 

 through sales at plant auctions, and partly through orchid 

 gardeners ; buying small plants and growing them on, till they 

 are now become good specimens, and interesting objects of 

 instruction and pleasure. His gardener was specially facile in 

 reception of his instructions, and in a few years learned the 

 treatment, and was so successful, both in growing the orchids, as 

 well as other rare plants, that his master left them very much to 

 his knowledge of the treatment and care. 



In 1867 Captain Bulger, an Indian officer, who afterwards 

 went to the Cape, repeatedly sent a small cargo of valuable 

 plants ; one plant among them especially, which we have kept 

 until the present time, greatly interested my husband, but it was 

 not until 1889 that it flowered for the first time. The bulb above 

 ground is a very large onion-shaped one; the long narrow and 

 stiff leaves from it are of a peculiarly wavy and fan-shaped growth. 

 The flowers, which are bright pink and small, come upon a wide 

 flat stem, about twelve inches high, in a bunch spreading out to 

 fourteen inches in diameter, and over one hundred in number, 

 and are of the Hexandria order. It is extremely rare in England, 

 and has been named by the Horticultural Society Brunswigia 

 Josephine. Captain Bulger, whom my husband had never seen, 

 was greatly attached to him through his books, and entered into 

 correspondence, which lasted until the captain's death in Canada. 



In 1866 my dear husband went to London — the first time since 

 our marriage that he had left me for more than a day. He took 

 his son to enter the British Museum, and to settle him in 

 London. 



In 1868 my husband and I paid an interesting visit to Poole, 

 in Dorsetshire — the place where he had been brought up by 

 his parents from two years old. We walked around to see all 

 the familiar places — the home of his parents, in Skinner Street, 



