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THE COTTAGE GARDENER. 
January 2. 
garden, and plant twelve or eighteen kinds of young 
Tea Roses down the middle. The end of a Celery trench, 
or a Cabbage row will do, and one-horse cart-load from 
the common, and three or four barrowfuls of rotten stuff 
will not hurt any one, who is desirous to have the best 
Rose for the button hole throughout the season. Owing 
to the experiments going on, all the plants in my former 
experiment beds which the frost did not kill were moved, 
and all the soil was removed every third year. 
Mr. Rivers now says, there is nothing better than a 
yearly taking up of such Roses as we highly prize; 
hut suppose we say two years, to split the difference, 
and say that the soil will he replaced; or, at least, a 
certain quantity of fresh soil be brought in every second 
year, and the hole for each Rose to bo filled with it; 
then the trouble and expense would not he much. 
Who knows but the Cloth of Oolcl would flower like a 
Noisette , if all traces of loam was kept from it; and if 
only one-half the rotten dung that we give to Tea 
Roses was allowed for it in poor, black, sandy soil, not 
deep, nor raised above the surface. Unless a raised bed 
is four feet wide, at the least, I have a certain horror 
against it for Roses under a wall. I lost dearly by 
such raised beds, and that made me cry out so lustily 
against the first Rose-house put up by tlio Horticul¬ 
tural Society, at Chiswick. This house turned out just 
as I said it would; and ffhey had to give it up entirely : 
yet the yellow loam in the beds was good enough for 
Melons, or Pine Apples. I plumed my feathers much 
higher than the Society, on the self-same plan, years 
before them, but I was as completely beaten as ever a 
man was in this world. My Roses got less and less, 
till at last you thought they were budded or grafted at 
the wrong end ; and 1 gave them up in despair, and 
would have never thought more about them were it not 
for my autobiography and the Tea Roses at Lady 
Lambert’s. 
The best plan for getting a large stock of Tea Roses, 
without buying so many, is described in the Gardener's 
Magazine for 1830, by Mr. Ellis; and [ shall ask the 
Editor to reprint it as it stands some day ; and all that 
I can add to it is a move which I saw this last summer 
in the next parish. I was getting up a greenhouse for 
Captain Wliitty, one of the Inspectors of Prisons, from 
knowing his landlord. His lady is one of the best gar¬ 
deners of her class I have met with for a long time. I 
would lay three to one that she would strike Rose cut¬ 
tings as fast as—who shall Isay?—as a Rose-grower 
anywhere. I thought no small beer of my own doings, 
when I could make a Rose out of every joint on a 
shoot, by cuttings; but Mrs. Whitty lias “done” me 
last season ; but no matter; all I was going to say is, 
that she had one Devoniensis planted out in a flower¬ 
bed last spring; that I saw it at the beginning of May, 
and sure enough it must have died in two months, for 
it looked so bad that I advised her to take it up, pot it, 
and put it into the Cucumber-bed for a while, to get 
life into it; that I helped to do this, and that, to my 
surprise, the roots were numerous, and in good order, and 
I almost regretted the advice l had given. If the head 
had been cut close to the ground, the roots would make 
some good shoots in three or four months, but the 
plant was potted ; it was then determined to keep it in 
the frame for a “stock plant,” to get cuttings from. 
Now, how many plants should you suppose this lady 
had struck from this scrubby thing in three months?— 
I really do not know the number myself, but I think 
about twenty. I saw lots of them in flower last Sep¬ 
tember, in the new greenhouse, and I was present, and 
made the first two cuttings myself, about the middle of 
May; no more than two could be had then, and they 
had only two joints each, and grown in a heat of 90°. 
The end of it all is this, that if you put a Tea Rose, or 
a Noisette Rose, or any of the climbing Roses, into a 
hotbed early in the spring, every joint they make till 
the middle of May will root, just as freely and as soon as 
a joint of a Verbena, in silver-sand under a bell-glass; 
but unless one is much pushed, two joints do with less 
care; one to cut under and be in the sand, the other to 
start the shoot, and as soon as that start is two joints 
long make a cutting of it also, and so on till you have 
no more room for them. In nine days they ought to 
root if you take them soft enough, and no matter how 
soft, when all is over they forget that, and make as 
good plants as if they were quite ripe when the cuttings 
were made. D. Beaton. 
CHILDREN’S GARDENS, &c. 
A happy new year to you all! Before this shines in 
type, 1854 will have departed, and left many a sad 
memory to soften and subdue the cheerfulness that 
otherwise would be felt at such seasons as these, when 
friend congratulates friend, and neighbour pours forth 
the warmest wishos for the happiness of neighbour and 
acquaintances. Many are the feelings of deep-toned 
gratitude which the review of the past year ought to 
inspire, as here, in security, we enjoy so many blessings, 
with the broad banner of civil and religious freedom 
floating triumphantly over us—pone daring to make us 
afraid, or to interrupt our repose. And yet, thankful as 
wo ought to be that last season our fields were loaded 
with abundance, what reason that thankfulness should 
be mingled with the active and the practical in sym¬ 
pathy, because, owing to the stagnation in trade, and 
the high price of provisions, the pangs of cold and 
hunger have been felt in many a home. Over sea and 
land, from the peninsular of the Crimea, has come 
the clarion-shout of victories achieved—telling us, that 
after a long period of peace there are yet the heroes to 
assert the right; but, to dim the glory of such triumphs, 
there are few families that know not of the signs of 
mourning for the loved and lost; while, at this festive 
period, the good things we are called to partake of seem 
altogether out of place, and pall upon the appetite, 
when the sight of our homeless, worn-out, tattered, 
mud-covered, and rain - and-wind - battered, brave 
countrymen comes vividly before our mental vision. 
Nothing but the direst necessity can justify such scenes 
as these; as, independently of the horrors now, and 
whatever the ultimate results, the present tendency will 
be to roll backwards the progression of all that would 
otherwise have been tending to public reform, to social 
happiness, and personal advancement in the good and 
the true. 
The high price of the necessaries, and the more 
generally used comforts of life, together with the addi¬ 
tional taxation, the unavoidable consequence of war, 
will cause some of the most liberal-hearted of the 
comparatively opulent to curtail their expenditure; and 
thus, without direct blame being attached to any one, 
the double misfortunes are produced—a high price of 
the necessaries of life; and a scarcity of employment, 
with its low rate of remuneration. Notes have already 
reached us of contemplated reductions, especially in the 
higher departments of gardening—those which, perhaps, 
may bo considered more in the light of luxuries than of 
necessaries. Even, therefore, leaving higher considera¬ 
tions out of view, on the mere selfish principle of our 
“ craft being in danger,” we are forced to look around us 
for the elements, not alone of present, but of continued 
and augmented support; and for these purposes, no- | 
thing will more serve our interests, and the welfare of the 
community generally, than laying foundations, broad 
and deep, in the hearts and minds of the rising race, 
of the love of the beautiful and the useful in vegetable ; 
nature, as a mind-expanding, soul-elevating, spirit- | 
