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when just fully expanded, retaining a slightly cupped form ; it is very 
double, imbued with a rich aromatic fragrance. The foliage is large 
and handsome; and indeed the variety is deserving a place in every 
collection.” 
DAHLIA PRIZE. 
We learn that a gentleman has placed in the hands of a floricultu- 
ral society the sum of ten guineas, to be awarded to that dealer who 
shall exhibit, at a show in September next, the best six blooms of 
varieties sent out by himself {not fancies)^ open to all flowers, old 
or new. This is a very liberal offer, and we trust that censors may 
be selected to decide so important a competition, free from all favour 
or partiality. If we might be allowed, we would suggest that those 
dealers who may have sent out, in all, six varieties, from time to 
time, be invited to send in the name of a party whom they would 
recommend as a judge; and, from the number so recommended, that 
three, five, or more be nominated to the office of censors. We are 
sure that the donor of so liberal a prize must desire an honourable 
and im'parlial decision, and this arrangement, or a similar one, might 
promote it. We shall be glad to have time and place of exhibition 
given us as soon as the arrangements are completed. 
REVIEW. 
The Rose-Garden. By William Paul. In two Divisions. Royal 
8vo, pp. 151 and 177. Sherwood, Gilbert, and Piper, London. 
This work, which has been in course of publication for the last 
thirteen months, is now completed; and it must be gratifying to the 
author to ‘find among his most respectable list of subscribers the 
names of so many of his brother cultivators; and this not only on 
account of the weight the work must acquire from the avowed pa¬ 
tronage of men eminent in the profession, but also from the disin¬ 
terested and kindly spirit which it manifests. It has been said 
“ Spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns f' 
and were we asked to assign a reason for this, we should unhesi¬ 
tatingly attribute it to the softening and refining influence which 
the cultivation and love of flowers have over the mind of man. It 
may be said that this is hardly the place to panegyrise floriculture; 
it may also be said that the Rose has almost exhausted panegyric ; 
for, from the time Sappho christened it the Queen of Flowers, and 
Anacreon sung of it in even more pleasurable strains, down to our 
