Junk 15. 
THE COTTAGE GARDENER. 
19:1 
old difficulty of shading the purples might be got over by 
the use of this new seedling. Emma is too dark a 
purple, and Andre is too red, and there is only the old 
Charlwoodii to help the third shade; but now this one, 
which is called King of Purples, is really a perfect 
purple, and will cut out Emma, and all other purplish 
Verbenas, from the first flower-gardens. There were 
eight little pots of it, from Mr. Reeves,.Florist, Notting 
Hill, near London. 
Roses. —Mr. Lane was first hand with them this 
time also, and Mr. Paul did not try his hand against him 
and Mr. Francis a second time, having been only third 
best at the AI ay show. Mr. Lane had a Premier plant, 
iii addition to the collection of twelve distinct Roses; 
this was a splendid new hybrid perpetual, called Louise 
Peronny, a large rosy-pink flower, of great substance, 
and opening like La Rcine, and like his Madame de St. 
Joseph at the Ma.y show ; no collection should be with¬ 
out it. Taking the collection as the plants stood, Adam 
was first—a fine Tea Rose, with immense large blooms 
of a blush-salmon colour; all the plants being from 
three to five feet high, and about as much across the 
pot. Except two sorts, they were all on their own roots, 
and it is now as clear as crystal, that budded Roses can 
never compete with Roses grown on their own roots. 
Miss Olegg was second; this is a Noisette, very like 
Amie I 'ihert; it was five feet across the pot, and literally 
' covered with bunches of small white flowers; it is the 
very best white bedding Rose; and Rubier, a dwarf 
China, is the right kind to make an edging to such a 
bed. Countesse Mule, a hybrid Bourbon, was third; this 
is a tine rosy-pink flower, of very large size; the fourth 
was my real favourite, Auguste Mie, and nothing can be 
more exquisitely delicate than its rosy-blush tints; the 
fifth was Caroline de Sansal, another hybrid perpetual, 
of most delicate blush, or rosy-blush; the sixth was 
Great Western, a hybrid Bourbon, and one of our best 
Pillar Roses, with reddish-crimson blooms; Juno was 
the seventh, a very large blush Rose of the hybrid 
China class; the rest were kinds which he exhibited 
last May, such as Clienedole, five feet high, and thirty- 
five open blooms ; Coupe d’Hebe, ditto, and thirty-eight 
full-blown flowers—a picture worth framing, certainly; 
Duchess of Sutherland, as blooming as ever; Paul Perras, 
and with the exception of Paul liicaut, the best of the 
1 hybrid Bourbons, and both adapted for Pillar Roses; 
and La Reine; there was hardly a shade of difference in 
the merits of all of them from those which he staged in 
May. 
His competitor, Mr. Francis, had the finest bloom 
on Eliza Sauvage —not Savage, as some country gardeners 
say—the word sounds as if written Sauvaish. This is 
one of the finest of Tea-scented Roses, and is nearly 
yellow; the plant was five feet high, equally thick, and 
had twenty-one full open flowers on. Blairii Xo. 2, full 
of bloom; Due d’Aumale, hybrid perpetual; Madame 
Plantier, a white hybrid China; Paul Perras, La Heine, 
Baronne Prevost, Jlelle Marie, a deep pink hybrid China; 
Mahnaison, rose; Amandine, a light pink hybrid per¬ 
petual ; Coupe d' Hebe, and Mrs. Elliot. 
After these was a collection of newly-worked Roses in 
small pots, and only one or two Roses on each, but they 
were all murdered by being placed side by side with the 
-best collection, and of course none but real Rose-fanciers 
* could look at them. They were sent by C. G. Wilkin¬ 
son, of Ealing Common, and they were the only mis¬ 
placed plants at the above Show. There was a similar 
collection, and as badly placed at the May Show, from 
some one, and I forgot to mention the unpardonable 
error. Indeed, “ following the rest like the sheep,” I 
should not have looked at them on this occasion had it 
not been for a fine new Rose which caught my eye as 
something new to it—a Rose which I.highly recommend 
on my own authority, at first acquaintance. It is a 
beauty, a hybrid Perpetual, and is called Comte de Xan- \ 
teuil, p delicate rosy-pink, with lighter shades, and much i 
alter Louise Peronny, as shown by Mr. Lane. 
After this decision in my own favour, I learned j 
(reporters get secrets by key-holes) that Louise Peronny i 
j is a better grower than Comte de Nanleuil; but I never 
saw a better Rose, when half open, than this new Comte ; 
and I am glad of having made his Countship’s acquaint¬ 
ance, as luck would have it, but I was within an ace of 
missing him altogether. 
But, in the name of all that is sensible, why did 
Mr. Wilkinson not get a spare corner for his Roses, 
which he could not mean to be entered in competition, 
but to exhibit a distinct and useful Jarancli of practice, 
and a system, too, not new, and by which all new Roses 
j might be shown the very first season ; that is, you buy a j 
; Rose in the spring, bud it near the surface of the j 
i ground, or near the top of a pot; about the end of I 
August put it into the ltose-liouse, or with the early 
i Strawberries at the end of February, force it on gently, 
! and allow only one Rose to blow, just to see how it i 
turns out; surely, all that is of as much interest to a 
1 private amateur, as the five-by-five feet bushes are to 
I such practicals as Mr. Lane or Mr. Francis. 
There was a private collection of pot Roses from 
Alexander Rowland, Esq., as sweet as bis own Kalydors, 
1 or Macassars, but the shoots were trained as wide as his 
own celebrity. The plants were in the utmost health, 
j however, and Paul liicaut, with Countesse Mole, were 
i much on a par with the best plants from the great 
! nurserymen. 
The Raney Geraniums were never placed better here, 
or elsewhere, than they were on this occasion. They 
were in three different parts of the same tent. You could 
not see any of the three sets from one place, and in each 
I set there were two competitors only; and if there had been 
three competitors for each division, it would not affect the 
excellency of the arrangement. Mr. Turner, of Slough, j 
and Mr. Gains, of Battersea, were opposed to each other, 
j and no one near them in that race, which was the very I 
| closest contest I ever remember to have seen in Gera¬ 
niums. Two good private growers of these Fancies had I 
it all to themselves in another place. Mr. Barter, gar¬ 
dener to G. Basset, Esq., Stamford Hill; and Mr. Roser, 
gardener to J. Bradbury, Esq.; and Messrs. Henderson 
and Son, of the Wellington Nursery, had a third stand 
against one of the jirivate growers. 
Mr. Turner carried the day by half a nose only, and such | 
bushes no one ever saw before. The best trained of his j 
plants wascalled Perfection, and it was really perfect, take ■ 
it any way you choose—shape, size, style of flowering, indi¬ 
vidual flower, and the relationship between the number j 
of flowers, and the extent of leaves seen through them ; j 
thijl is the right way to judge a fancy, or any other kind 
of Geranium, let florists say what they like about 
lonyurn, latum, et profundum, rubrum, nigrum, and rotun- 
drum, but it must come to what I say, and that very 
soon, because the ladies will have it so, and they never 
yet missed in carrying the day about flowers. The 
second was called Miss Shepherd, a white and red one, j 
and so covered with bloom that not a single leaf all f 
over the plant, or part of a leaf, could be seen through i 
them ; I never saw the like before; and I had no idea | 
that the entire exclusion of the leaves damaged the 1 
value of a plaut so much. I am so old on the turf, that 
I make no apology for asking the first ladies in the land j 
to help me out in such cases, when any of them whom I I 
happen to know is within reach of me; so that I always 
have the fullest confidence in what I say about theso : 
things ; my own opinion is a mere feather in the wind i 
to one-half of what I often write about flowers— ! 
fashion in these things is like a “ burn ; ” and a burh 
is a running rivulet made up of “rills,” running from j 
pure springs, which rise at such varied heights in the ; 
