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Crimson. 
Geant des Batailles : brilliant colour, with dark centre; a most effective 
variety. 
Admiral Dundas : a fine old variety, shaded with red. 
Jean Bart: red, tinted with a dark-clarety hue; very excellent. 
Mulberry. 
Ariosto: an excellent variety of many years* standing, but still unsur¬ 
passed by its class. 
Bur pie. 
Purple King : fine dark-purple; a most excellent bedder. 
Azucena : fine slaty-purple ; very good. 
Zampa : a bright plum-purple, and very good. 
Blue. 
Garibaldi : the best in its class ; but we are sadly deficient in good 
blues. 
The above list is but a short one; but I think this is better than en¬ 
cumbering it with too many varieties, and I think it is a reliable one. 
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ROSY RECOLLECTIONS. 
No. 3. 
November, the much maligned,—for "when do hounds run better, 
or when are Rose-trees transplanted more successfully ?—November 
brought me one of those matted packages which we florists love so well. 
There is excitement in unpacking one’s first tailed-coat, first gun, first 
pair of “ tops but it is transitory, and does not return; whereas the 
gladness of opening those big bundles and robust hampers fades not, but 
is a joy for ever. My gardener and I surveyed the under-gardene. 
jealously, as he bore our treasure from the carrier’s cart, keenly watching, 
as some mother and mother-in-law might watch the minutest action of a 
new nursemaid, permitted to carry, for the first time. His Royal High¬ 
ness the baby. No sooner had we reached the garden-house than, wuldly 
regardless of the expense, recklessly forgetful of Miss Edgeworth’s 
Waste not , Want not, —wherein, you may remember, an economical youth 
produces, at an archery meeting, a piece of string which he had saved, 
and wins the first prize in a canter,—I rushed, open-knifed, at my pros¬ 
trate package, anxiously as an archaeologist at the last new thing in 
mummies. One by one, the tall clean standards were uplifted, tenderly 
and delicately, lest harm be done to branch or fibrous root; and those 
parchment “tallies,” which always twist and curl themselves into the 
most inconvenient positions, like worms who dislike the hook, were read 
with as much enthusiastic interest as though the trees were in their fullest 
