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THE FLORIST. 
Waterloo Station I found him exhibiting my roses to English, 
French, and Jersey travellers (the two last could not have been 
less than 100), who divided the spoils, 188 roses. “Will’’was 
uncommonly amused with the “furriners,” who made face's and 
talked gibberish. He gave a bunch of Solfaterres to a “lady 
furriner,” who, in reply to the gibberish of her companion, cried 
out, as fast as lightning, “ we ” “ we ” “ we ! ” 
Well, the spoils having been disposed of, the whistle blew, and 
off we went. I thought, of course, that I should now hear no 
more of “Will” and his “Fusts,” but no sooner did he arrive at 
Southampton than he went to the only eating house open at half- 
past one A.M., and proclaimed “ our ” fame; so that when I went 
to get what he calls a “sanwig,” I was accosted by the innkeeper, 
“Are you the gent that winned a Fust in London?” I made a 
low bow, which, interpreted, meant, “ I am that same,”—a similar 
bow to that of a heroine at a penny theatre, who hurls a look of 
defiance at the enemy of her lover, beginning at his shoe ties and 
ending at the top of his head ! The issue was, I was intreated 
to send him some roses. I said, “ Sir, I have skinned my rosery, 
and think that for some days there cannot be another ‘ Fust,’ but 
you shall have some in the course of time.” The next day, how¬ 
ever, I cut from fifty to sixty as good roses as you would 
wish to see, and better far than my winners. These and a basket 
of Trollope’s Victorias were sent to him, and I received a civil 
letter, and “Will” a present of stamps, which made him cry 
louder than ever, “ There is nothing like a Fust in Lunnun; don’t 
you think, sir, they will all be afeard on us next year?” adding, 
“who’d a thought that ‘me’ and you, going out of this scraggledy 
hole, could have winned a ‘Fust’ in Lunnun? look at the rabbit 
scratches!” I replied, “A scraggledy hole. Will! there is but 
one nation, the Fushtonians, all the others are but so many popu¬ 
laces. Henceforth, let London and Paris be abolished, and let 
Rushton be the metropolis of the whole world ! ” My fugleman 
was not to be stopped, and as I bolted towards my room, I heard 
him say, “I shall dream all night we winned a Fust! ” 
Sixthly. The result of victory at the National. 
As money is soon spent, I shall buy two silver cups, of the 
value of 3Z. and 4/., and place them on my drawing room table, 
with the honours marked on them. Visitors will ask, What mean 
these cups ? I shall then explain the National victories, and 
perhaps create another Rosarian, more able and more successful, 
but not more grateful to the Royal Society for their courtesy and 
liberal prizes, nor more friendly to the rose and the rose cause, than 
liushton Rectory^ Oct. 8, 1861. 
W. F. Radclyffe. 
ROYAL HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY’S FRUIT AND 
CHRYSANTHEMUM SHOW, Nov. 6th and 7th. 
The display of fruit at this Exhibition was magnificent, and, con- 
