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and to stand firmly erect. — 3. For length of the 

 bird — 4. Small head, and long neck — 5. Well 

 feathered. — G. Richness of color. — 7. For hand- 

 some carriage and elegance throughout. A long 

 thin bird is, in all cases, preferable. This refers 

 to birds of all classes. — W. S., Idle, near Leeds. 



The Bourbon Rose. — About 35 years ago, a 

 French botanist, M. Breon, visited the Island 

 of Bourbon; and found growing in a garden at 

 St. Benoist, a rose altogether new to him. The 

 flowers were rosy carmine, beautifully cupped ; 

 and the petals remarkable for their size and 

 smoothness. Our botanist did not fail to appre- 

 ciate this nouveaute'; and sending it to Paris, it was 

 there multiplied, and scattered abroad, This was 

 the original Bourbon Rose. It is not a species, 

 but an accidental hybrid, supposed to have 

 sprung up between the common China Rose and 

 tbe red Four-seasons. Some of your readers will 

 doubtless remember the Rose He de Bourbon, or 

 Bourbon Jacques — for under both these names it 

 was disseminated; and it is from this Rose, vari- 

 ously hybridised, that all the Bourbon Roses have 

 been obtained. For the first few years, most of 

 the seedlings raised were of the same color as the 

 original. Some were finer, and many more double. 

 ,One of these, Augustine Leileur, remains a 

 good rose to this day. The first variation was 

 the production of kinds of a clear and beautiful 

 silvery tint; then of a dark purple and crimson 

 hue ; till, now, we have flowers as brilliant in 

 color, and equal in form, to almost any rose. 

 The Bourbon Roses generally, are hardy and 

 easy of culture. The short-wooded, free-bloom- 

 ing kinds, require two annual dressings of manure 

 and close pruning. They are then the most beau- 

 tiful of autumn Roses ; flowering better and more 

 abundantly late in the season than in summer, — 

 fine flowers often expanding at the end of October. 

 — W. Paul. 



Lend me a Shilling, will you? — At Christ- 

 mas time, Mr. Editor, many a man, in want 

 of a meal, is apt to "try it on," and come 

 Jeremy Diddler over us. Let us hear what 

 Charles Lamb says of him, and be on our guard. 

 " What a careless, even deportment hath your 

 borrower! What rosy gills! What a beautiful 

 reliance on Providence doth he manifest — taking 

 no more thought than lilies ! What contempt for 

 money! accounting it (yours and mine especially') 

 no better than dross! What a liberal confounding 

 of those pedantic distinctions of meam and tuum ; 

 or rather, what a noble simplicity of language (be- 

 yond Tooke,) resolving these supposed opposites 

 into one clear, intelligible pronoun adjective! What 

 near approaches doth he make to the primitive 

 community — to thel extent of one half of the 

 principle at least! He is the true taxer, < ; who 

 calleth all the world up to be taxed." His exac- 

 tions, too, have such a cheerful voluntary air! 

 So far removed from your sour parochial or state 

 gatherers — those inkhorn valets, who carry their 

 want of welcome in their faces ! He cometh to 

 you with a smile, and wanteth no receipt; con- 

 fining himself to no set season. Every day is his 

 Candlemas or Feast of Holy Michael. He appli- 

 eth the lene tormentum of a pleasant look to your 

 purse, which to that gentle warmth expands her 



silken leaves as naturally as the cloak of the tra- 

 veller for which sun and wind contended." How 

 many a man, Mr. Editor, has sold himself for 

 half a crown, — aye, for a shilling! — Argus. 



" Love one Another." — Do, my dear Sir, con- 

 trive to squeeze these lines into your " Christmas 

 number." The author of them is a Mr. Edmund 

 Teesdale. They were written four years ago, 

 at which time I copied them into my Album. 

 They are worthy of " our own," which so de- 

 lights in cementing the bond of love among people 

 of all denominations. — Nannette. 



Oh! why should petty difference tend 



To break the bond of love between us? 

 Then bring that little pride to bend, 



And let men see, as men have seen us. 

 Should aught on earth give cause for hate 



Between earth's sons, a few years' dwelling 

 On this bright world, in mortal state — 



Each object round to love impelling? 



View Nature in her wildest mood — 



The storm once passed, then see her smiling — 

 Hill, mead, and stream, and gay green wood, 



To love, and peace, and kindness wiling. 

 See! struggling for the upper part, 



Sweet Nature-yearnings for thy brother! 

 Oh, may these feelings of thy heart, 



Reign absolute o'er all the other! 

 Alas ! that hate should find a home 



'Mid all man's nobler God-like graces — 

 That spleen or malice e'er should come 



To darken sweet affection's traces. 

 One common tenure do we hold 



Of earth and life: — then love each other ! 

 Let one united bond enfold 



Each human heart, each man and brother ! 



[Nannette! You are a treasure — a dear, sweet, 

 delightful girl ! Most gladly do we insert this, as 

 we have done all your other love-offerings. Cater 

 away for us ; and let the New Year give us still 

 more energy to do good to our fellow-man. We 

 are proud of you, as you are of us. "You love 

 us dearly," you have said. Can we do less than 

 say the affection is reciprocal? Such sisterly love 

 will never die, — nor should it.] 



The Hand-in-Hand Canary Show. — To make 

 your recent report of this Canary Show com- 

 plete, Mr. Editor, I send you the names of the 

 successful competitors, with the awards — 

 Meelts, — 1st. prize, Mr. Hook; 2nd., Mr. Gor- 

 don; 3rd., Mr. Waller; 4th. Mr. Crocker; 5th. 

 Mr. Hopkinson; 6th. Mr. Arthur. — Jonques, — 

 1st. prize, Mr. Hook; 2nd. Mr. Pattenden : 3rd. 

 Mr. Waller ; 4th. Mr. Gordon ; 5th. Mr. Hop- 

 kinson; 6th., Mr. Paice. — Yours obediently,— 

 A Member of the Society. 



[We are much obliged to you for forwarding 

 us these particulars; and also for the kind invi- 

 tation contained in your note.] 



Shaking Hands. — You have given us already, 

 an excellent article upon " Shaking Hands " (at 

 page 204). At this season, do just graft upon 

 your own remarks those of Christopher Tadpole. 

 There is nothing so sickening, he says, as the 

 presentation of a limp hand which cannot return 



