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THE FLORIST, 
ORLEANS HOUSE, TWICKENHAM. 
“ That will not do for the Florist,” said a friend of ours, a great 
horticulturist, a few minutes before we took our pen in hand ;—“ that 
will not do for the Florist.'’ “ Stay,” said we, “ the drawing has 
been made purposely for our lady-readers, and we offer them this 
woodcut as an acknowledgment of the services many of them have 
rendered us in this our little work.” Whatever they may feel for 
Louis Philippe, sure we are that they deeply sympathise with the 
Countess de Neuilly, and will be interested in a few particulars con¬ 
cerning the spot where her husband so long and so pleasantly re¬ 
sided on the banks of the Thames, when previously an exile in this 
country. It has been greatly Altered since that time. The late Mr. 
Murray converted the centre portion, between the main building and 
the octagon room at the opposite extremity, into an elegant boudoir, 
having a conservatory on either hand, with marble pathways, over¬ 
hung with the choicest creepers, and leading to the rooms at either 
end of the mansion. Mr. Kinghorn, gardener to the late proprietor 
and to Earl Kilmorey its present possessor, has planted these conser¬ 
vatories with great judgment; and although we have not seen them 
lately, we have no doubt but that they are at this time very gay with 
a profusion of flowers. Our readers may easily imagine the charm¬ 
ing whole—an elegant room, on the right and left a profusion of 
flowering plants, a broad lawn, a fine stream, and a double row of 
noble Elms on the opposite side of the river. Such is Orleans 
House. 
