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That such is a more lasting, more esteemed quality, is amply confirmed 
by the history of many of our unpretending favourites, that have, upon 
the wreck of thousands that would scorn comparison, become familiar as 
household gods. There is nothing attractive in the habits or gaudy in 
the flowers of the Heliotrope, or in the lemon-scented Verbena, Aloysio, 
citriodora , yet they are indispensable. Mignonette is less elegant and 
more weed-like than even most weeds, but it is a 66 little Darling ” still. 
The flower in question is as powerfully as delightfully fragrant as any of 
these, and equally worthy of cultivation. A stunted, starved specimen 
in a pot may have disgusted you with its appearance, and in some measure 
deserved the character you have given it; but properly cultivated, it is 
altogether inapplicable, as it has really good, fine dark green foliage, and 
an endless profusion of bloom. I have seen it in admirable condition 
planted in a border in a greenhouse, and trained to a net stretched across 
the whole house, where it will soon form a complete cover. So placed, it 
is intermixed with the Verbena Neilli , also delightfully fragrant; and thus 
combined, both as regards appearance and perfume, they draw exclama¬ 
tions of delight from all who witness them. They are also of so robust 
a habit, that they succeed well either in beds pegged down, or as covers to 
walks or trellis-work in the open ground. 
Kent, 
July \StJi, 1841. 
£1 confess myself wrong in having censured the Verbena Teucroides so 
severely without knowing more of it; but I only spoke from the specimens 
I had seen in the neighbourhood of London. Since I have been in 
Scotland, I have seen beds of it beautifully in flower, and growing with 
great luxuriance.] 
ON THE FORMATION OF A MIXED FLOWER-GARDEN. 
BY MRS. GORDON. 
Madam,— Though I have read with interest your remarks on the 
formation of flower-gardens generally, I trust you will forgive me for 
saying that I think you have hardly done justice to a kind of garden 
common in the country in which I believe you are now staying, and of 
which I am a native. You will easily understand that I mean Scotland, 
and that the garden I allude to is where the flowers are mixed together, and 
not planted in masses of one colour, as in the gardens you have hitherto 
described. I confess I prefer a mixed flower-garden to one planted in 
masses; partly, no doubt, from my eyes being only accustomed to the 
