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TriE ELOBIST. 
Mr. Tiley for answering all my round-about queries, I returned to my 
quarters, musing on the perseverance which has enabled Mr. Tiley to 
work on from a small beginning to his now extensive trade; and I was 
satisfied that not only are there Roses in Bath, but that they will stand 
a comparison with larger collections on the score of merit. 
If you think the above worthy a place in your number, I may again 
give you the result of other inspections which I may make during my 
travels. ' ■ 
“ Outride.’* 
CENSORS. 
A CENSOR, like the wife of Caesar, should be above suspicion; but, if 
from incapacity or prejudice his awards displease, there is no divinity 
which doth hedge him round to screen him from a just exposure. 
Only ‘^Jiat justitia,"" let him have fair play! Let the aggrieved protest, 
and let the authorities appoint a commission of enquiry, and let the 
defendant be heard in answer, at once and upon the spot, that the 
decision complained of may be then and there discussed, acknowledged, 
or condemned. It is as unfair as it is useless to make an anonymous 
accusation some days afterwards, as “ Visitor ” has done in the Gar¬ 
deners' Chronicle of July 13, when “the guests are fled, the Roses 
dead, and all but he ” keep silence, satisfied or not, because the time 
for expostulation is past. 
The letter of “ Visitor” is, however, much too amusing to be dealt 
with very gravely. His insinuation, that “ the Judges had dined," 
fills the mind with novel and merry reflections. If Judges are in the 
habit of dining before they proceed to their duties at eleven of the 
clock, a.m., what early village cocks they must be at breakfast, and how 
wonderfully, according to Sam Weller’s theory, they must “get on at 
supper ! ” It is related of some very fastidious cavalry officer, that 
being quartered in one of our large manufacturing towns, and returning 
a call which had been paid to him, he found the family dining at one 
o’clock. “ What do you think ?” he exclaimed at his seven o’clock 
mess in the evening, “ I went to see those Grundys this morning, and 
the brutes were at breakfast on a leg of mutton 1" What would he 
have said, could he have seen these censors over their pudding at half¬ 
past ten ? 
But, further, as the insinuation implies that these censors had so dined, 
that not one of them was sober as a judge" ought to be, we are 
prompted to imagine them, with their hats on the back of their heads, 
and their hair well over their noses, reeling, arm-in-arm, from flower 
to flower, like intoxicated butterflies on a gigantic scale—now running 
against some tall Fuchsia, and telling him to “ hit one of his own size ”— 
now turning up the inverted cards and awarding the prize, irrespective 
of the plants, to some favoured exhibitor, with a grand chorus of “ for 
he’s a jolly good fellow ”—anon pelting each other with Peaches and 
Pine-apples, and finally removed by the police. 
To speak more soberly than, according to “ Visitor,” these judges 
could have spoken, it is of the first importance to secure the services, 
