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JOURNAL OF THE ROYAL HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 
Near the Puerto is a very carefully cultivated garden belong- 
ing to Mrs. Boreham. This is not far from the English Church 
and the Grand Hotel. The extensive grounds of the latter are 
laid out with great taste. On the lawn are bright patches of 
colour made up of the white-leaved Cineraria maritima with 
Coleus and Iresine. These plants grow into large well-trimmed 
bushes. The Canary Date-palm is used with good effect, and 
many species of Ficus afford shade and shelter for visitors, who 
in the balmy winter climate of the Orotava valley practically 
live out of doors. Every effort is made here, under the fostering 
and intelligent care of Sefior Don Domingo and Dr. George 
Perez, to grow the native trees and shrubs. Many of these are 
already making an excellent show. Later on it is hoped that 
the very fine garden in course of being formed by Colonel 
Wethered close by will have a special portion set apart for the 
cultivation of all the rarer Canary species. At the Sitio del 
Pardo, below the Grand Hotel, to the north, is the garden of the 
late Mr. Charles Smith, who took the deepest interest in Canary 
plants. Miss North made this charming spot her headquarters 
while in the islands. Many of her pictures represent plants that 
are now tended by Mrs. Smith with loving care. I cannot do 
better than quote Miss North's own description of this garden 
and its surroundings (Becollections, vol. i. pp. 196, 197) : — 
" There were Myrtle trees 10 or 12 feet high, Bougain- 
villeas running up Cypress trees (Mrs. S. used to complain 
of their untidiness), great white Longifolium Lilies growing as 
high as myself. The ground was white with fallen Orange 
and Lemon petals ; and the huge white Cherokee Roses covered 
a great arbour and tool-house with their magnificent flowers. 
I never smelt Roses so sweet as those in that garden. Over all 
peeped the snowy point of the Peak, at sunrise and sunset most 
gorgeous, but even more dazzling in the moonlight. From the 
garden I could stroll up some wild hills of lava, where Mr. S. 
had allowed the natural vegetation of the island to have all 
its own way. Magnificent Aloes, Cactus, Euphorbias, Arums, 
Cinerarias, Sedums, Heaths, and other peculiar plants were to 
be seen in their fullest beauty. Eucalyptus trees had been 
planted on the top, and were doing well with their bark hanging 
in rags and tatters about them. I scarcely ever went out 
witliout finding some new wonder to paint, lived a life of the 
