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as a native. For weeks during summer it is a perfect mass of dark blue velvety 

 bloom and will fill a trellis twelve feet high, but the Coccinea is delicate in 

 its constitution and growth, and flowers sparingly. 



Secondly, that none of the large flowering foreign varieties have succeeded 

 here out of doors, but of those tried Jackmanii is the best. 



Third, the native American varieties including C. Crispa and C. Virgin- 

 iana being small flowering varieties, but immense growers will do well in 

 almost any position, and with almost any treatment, and will succeed in 

 making splendid covering for arbors, old buildings, fences, etc. , 



Fourth, we are satisfied that our climatic conditions without extra care 

 of planting, covering, etc., are not at present or are likely to be for some 

 time to como, suitable to the growth and success of improved varieties of 

 the Clematis in this country. 



Fifth, the only methods of management and successful culture of the 

 best varieties of improved foreign Clematises appears to me to be especial 

 planting in prepared muck or peat compost, and growing and training to 

 supports under glass structure for the purpose. 



Sixth, we most earnestly hope and expect that these precautions and 

 protections will in course of time, be adopted amongst us, for it is most 

 decidely our opinion that the great beauty and other superior qualities of the 

 Clematis, as an ornamental climber, will give abundant satisfaction for the 

 outlay and study given to it. We further hope and believe that instead of these 

 results being made a discouragement in this line to any, that they will rather 

 serve as stimulants to urge us to greater industry and greater care and 

 deeper study of their requirements and wants, and in time we will secure 

 varieties that will give us the satisfaction desired. 



Arkona, Jan. it,, 1890. B. GOTT. 



fOU love the Roses— so do I. I wish 

 The sky would rain down Roses, as the rain 

 From off the shaken bush. Why will it not ? 

 Then all the valleys would be pink and white, 

 And soft to tread on. They would fall as light 

 As feathers, smelling sweet ; and it would be 

 Like sleeping and yet waking all at once. 



— George Eliot. 



