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THE LADIES MAGAZINE OF GARDENING. 
particles of dust, which forms a thin crust over them, and prevents the 
natural action of their pores. This operation can be performed very 
seldom in winter, but should be done every day in summer by the lady 
who is anxious to preserve her plants in health and beauty. Your 
correspondent, Mrs. Glover, who seems to be a very successful room 
cultivator of plants, ascribes much of her success to attention to this, 
which may be called a natural operation. And now, when we have such 
beautiful syringes for this purpose, it is a pleasant occupation for a lady to 
place one in a watering pot, and send a fine shower over her plants on a 
summer afternoon after the sun has gone off them. 
The proper time for shifting and potting plants of this description is 
either in spring or early in autumn, but as different plants require different 
soils and peculiar modes of treatment, before I can say anything upon 
this subject, I must first mention the plants themselves. What I 
have now written may be regarded as general principles which apply to 
all; what I intend to write at some future time, is a list of the plants best 
suited for such situations, dividing them into classes, and then giving 
the soils, methods of propagation, and the peculiar treatment which each 
requires. 
CONTINENTAL WILD-FLOWERS. 
BY MRS. ATHERSTONE. 
We left Venice for Constance, where we intended to winter. On 
arriving at Linden we were informed the steam-boat would not come up 
for some days, we therefore hired a coach to take us to Limburg, in order 
to cross the lake. We went through several miles of forest (or rather, 
part of the Black Forest) belonging to the King of Wirtemberg, who has 
a fine castle situated on the lake, which the driver called Frederick 
Hausen, and where he said the king came to hunt. The road was ex- 
ceedingly heavy, and when the man descended to ease his horses, I got out 
of the coach at the same time in order to look for wild plants. Across a 
deep ditch of yellow sand and clay I beheld one, which appeared to me 
uncommon. I scrambled over with some difficulty, and beheld what I 
may call the winter Anemone (Anemone Pulsatilla), this being on the 15th 
of November. The plants were so deep in the sand that I could hardly 
get them out of their yellow bed; they were covered with a fine long 
silky down, I suppose to protect them from the cold, and the flowers were 
of a reddish-purple, with the anthers of a bright yellow. The flower-stems 
were very short and thick. There were not many, and though I looked 
