: FAIJILIAR GARDEN FLOWERS. 
The parting splendours of the day’s decline, 
With fascination to the heart address’, 
So tenderly and beautifully shine, 
As if reluctant still to leave that hoary shrine.” 
A snapdragon might, with perfect propriety, be called 
a “wall” flower, and a full lst of plants that eommenly 
grow on walls would include a considerable number of dear 
old garden friends. The finest wallflower I have seen was 
a great tuft of wheat that kept company with snapdragons 
and stone-crops and pellitories on one of the old fruit 
walls within view of my bedroom windows. I watched it 
through the summer with ever-increasing joy, anticipating 
the harvesting of the crop, and the feeding of my parrots 
with the ‘ golden” grains. But when they were about 
half-ripe I saw, as I gazed from my window, a great hand 
rise above the wall and grasp them, and they disappeared 
as in the twinkling of an eye, while a thuill of horror went 
through me from head to foot. It was the gardener, who 
had suddenly resolved to make the wall tidy. 
The wallflower has no special renown in literature, and 
is but rarely mentioned by the poets. It is not a native 
of this country, and although so thoroughly at home as a 
wilding on ruins, it is not known as a plant of the rocks, 
and is not often met with remote from places that have 
been modified by the hand of man. Its sid name was 
“ stock-gillofer”? and “ wall-gillotlower.” Under the last 
name Parkinson, in the “ Paradisus,” describes seven sorts: 
the Common Single, the Great Single, the White, the 
Common Double, the Pale Double, the Double Red, and 
the Double Yellow. The “streaked gillivors” that Perdita 
speaks of as “nature’s bastards” were, in all probability, 
pinks or cloves, but the wallflower and the stock were 
