THE COTTAGE GARDENER. 
June 3. 
Stuartia malacliodendron, and the fruit of Arbutus 
Unedo, hut somewhat larger. Thus the flowers are not 
very conspicuous, but they are inclosed in yellow bracts 
in the form of an involucre, which are more showy; the 
heads of ripened fruit are roundish, and of a tawny red 
colour, drooping a little from the weight of the fruit, the 
whole appearing very gay late in the autumn. 
braes beyond the Malvern hills. But, as we said before, 
it will thrive in the Crystal Palace’s domain at Syden¬ 
ham, a domain that will outrival the Horticultural 
Society, for it is a more tractable soil, and capable of 
better drainage. We rejoice, too, that, triumphing over 
petty jealousies, the gardens and conservatories are to 
be placed, as they should be, under the superintendence 
and direction of Sir Joseph Paxton ; and the decorative 
department of the buildings is consigned to Mr. Owen 
Jones. 
We once heard one of its would-be-annihilators ask, 
in a tone of triumph, “ Where is the money to save it 
to come from ?” This has been twice answered to our 
own knowledge. Sir Joseph Paxton might have com¬ 
manded .£250,000 to carry out his intentions and 
designs; and now, when it was known that the estab¬ 
lishment was to be a joint-stock company in 100,000 
shares, no less than 150,000 were applied for the first 
week. 
The frontage of the Crystal Palace domain is bounded 
by the Croydon Railroad, and its other extremity touches 
upon Penge Wood. B. J. 
FORSYTH MSS. 
Next among the letters worthy of being extracted 
occurs the following, dated Lissou Grove, February 
10th, 1800. 
After all, the fates have been more propitious to us, as 
a nation of gardeners, than our senators and admirers 
of Rotten-row; and when the Crystal Palace rears its 
elegant proportions in its own park at Sydenham, this 
Benthamia fragifera will be among the first plants which 
Sir Joseph Paxton will select for representing the order 
of Cornels. There it will not only commemorate the 
! name of a distinguished botanist, but that also of his 
uncle, the great Jeremy Beutham, of whom it was said, 
that he was “ the greatest benefactor to mankind that 
has lived since the commencement of the Christian 
era.” The Rev. W. Fox, in his Sermons on Christian 
Morality, says, “ The late Jeremy Bentham was the 
ablest expositor of what was really Christian morality, 
the true law of the Lord, as to social duty, that our 
country, or the world, has yet produced. The whole of 
his writings are proofs and illustrations of the position 
that we shall find our own greatest happiness in the 
promotion of the greatest happiness to others.” Dif¬ 
ferent minds have different ideas of happiness: hence it 
is that the Crystal Palace lias been banished from 
London. Nevertheless, we shall all be happy when we 
go down to see it, and find the Benthamia in fruit and 
flower at the same time, and looking as luxuriantly as 
it ever did in Cornwall; and so it will, if they give it 
strong rich soil, and plenty of head-room. It will ripen 
its fruit also in great abundance, and the seeds will 
grow as freely as those of the gooseberry. Mr. Beaton 
once received a batch of its seedlings direct from 
Heligan, the very first that were raised in Europe, and 
before the plant was seen alive in London, but he could 
not get it to head against the frost, even on the sunny 
DB. JOHN CALDER TO HE. FORSYTH. 
There is some spell or charm hangs over my long 
intended visit to you at Kensington. Every day, since I 
had by a line from Mr. Elmsly the lamented information 
of Mrs. Forsyth’s death, and your own illness, have I pur¬ 
posed to see you ; but ill health or bad weather has hitherto 
prevented me. I do most sincerely condole with you, and 
so does my wife, on the loss of your worthy partner, whose 
affections for some years past appeared to be very much 
disengaged from this world, and who was, I doubt not, well 
prepared for a removal into a better. To die, indeed, 
seemed to me so much her gain, that although we cannot 
at our pleasure command down the feelings of nature, or 
suit our spirits to occasions as we set our watches to time, 
yet any excessive degree of regret or sorrow at her death, 
even in her nearest and dearest friends, appears to be over 
selfish, and rather ungenerous to the friend whose loss to us 
we cannot help, on our own accounts, deploring. I hope and 
pray that you, her children, and all her friends and acquaint¬ 
ances will ever retain a tender remembrance of all that was 
good and amiable in the deceased, and that God will work 
out of our affection for her a golden chain, to draw us after 
her to perfection and happiness. I trust this will find you 
perfectly recovered, and the better for having been ill. My 
wife joins with me in condolence and in good wishes for 
you, William, and George; and may every succeeding year 
open on you all with increasing felicity. 
The writer of the above letter was the Rev. John 
Colder, D. D., a native of Aberdeen, and a very learned 
scholar. In the meridian of life be was warmly pa¬ 
tronised by the Duke of Northumberland, with whom 
he was for some time domesticated at Alnwick Castle> 
and in the Metropolis, as private literary secretary. 
He was bred to the Dissenting ministry, and had for 
some time the care of the library founded by Dr. Wil¬ 
liams in Redcross-street. He had also a meeting-house 
near the Tower, but bad long declined the office of a 
teacher, and had become a warm admirer of the doctrinal 
system then pursued in Essex-street. When the new 
