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THE COTTAGE GARDENER AND COUNTRY GENTLEMAN, December 29, 1857. 
old baskets or packing-cases, and dropped into their present 
position, where, for four months, they have been flowering 
profusely. Some hybrids between blanda , rubra , and others, 
are found to bloom more continuously than the original 
species. I counted more than a hundred flowers fully ex¬ 
panded; they were of many colours—white, all shades of 
pink, crimson, and blue.—K arl. 
LONICERA ANGUSTIFOLIA. 
Raised from seeds received from Captain William Munro, 
from the north of India. 
A slender deciduous shrub, with narrow lanceolate ciliated 
leaves, and small palo yellow flowers, growing in pairs at the 
end of a slender drooping peduncle, shorter than the leaf to 
which it is axillary. 
This plant grows about four or five feet high in any good 
garden soil, and is easily increased by cuttings. It flowers in 
April and May; and is not only a distinct, but rather neat¬ 
looking plant. Where a choice collection of hardy shrubs is 
grown it deserves a place.—( Horticultural Society's Journal.) 
bedroom; decorations. 
It is midnight. We suppose “In Statu Quo” to be 
wrapped in the arms of Morpheus ; but our eyes wo'n't shut. 
Does “ I. S. Q.” always sleep like a top ? Does he never know 
what it is to roll in bed ; and, at length, despairing of rest, 
resort to candle or lamp for companionship ? If he does, on 
such a night he stares at the paper on the wall; he learns 
that pattern by heart: it is burnt into his brain—it dances— 
it w hir ls—but no relief is obtainable. Now, in such a posi¬ 
tion, surely “In Statu Quo” would value a statu-ette and 
bouquet before him, of whose flowing lines, and varied tints ; 
and colours, the eye never tires. 
“ In Statu Quo ” rises early. As he dresses, his eyes rest j 
on his “fly-traps;” his “ewer” raises its head erect from j 
the “ basin,” the only relief to the uninteresting scene. He i 
pulls up his blind— Rain ! Rain ! Rain ! 
Poor “ In Statu Quo ! ” He loves Filices; but he gazes at 
the windows like a hungry boy at a pie-shop. The air is raw 
and miserable. He twirls his fingers, looks at his watch, re¬ 
arranges his spotless shirts, examines his case of “all-rounders;” 
and having immolated the captives in the “fly-traps,” kills 
the time till breakfast. Now, had he a few of Nature’s orna¬ 
ments in his bedroom, he might be profitably occupying the 
time. 
We do not want “ I. S. Q.” to turn “ his basin into an 
aquarium,” or “fill his drawers with rock-work;” but we 
do want him to introduce a little of nature for his eye to 
rest on in the intervals of dressing; and though we do not 
advocate the transmogrification of a bedroom into a “museum,” 
we would provide musing materials for sleepless nights. Like 
the ant, “ I. S. Q.” is no sluggard; but, like it, let him , in 
his fair-weather walks, lay up a store of enjoyment for a 
season when life under cover is far more pleasing and enjoy¬ 
able than life hydropathic.—E. A. Copland. 
CROPS NEAR WORCESTER. 
Having made a few remarks the other day touching the 
flower garden, I beg to trouble you with a few remarks on 
the fruit and vegetable portion of the garden; but, as there are 
but a very few vegetables consumed in the doctor’s family, I 
shall only make mention of two. Cauliflowers have been very 
indifferent, not so much from the effects of the dry weather as 
them not coming true ; yet I had the seed from an old- 
established firm (Wheeler, of Warminster), whose seeds 
previously have always been of the first order. I mention this, 
because, if others have had seeds from the same establishment, 
and find it different, the fault may be from some local cause; 
but with me it is a serious fault, it being one of the chief 
vegetables used. 
Perhaps to say much on the Potato, after so much has 
been written at different times, may place it in the condition 
of Paddy’s ale—which thickened as it cleared; therefore, I 
will be brief. Since the commencement of planting time, I 
have been particular in noticing the whole process of our 
neighbours, and I have had good opportunities for observa¬ 
tion. I have seen the ground before planting ; I have noted 
the mode of planting, and I have seen the crop taken off: and 
whatever other fortunate individuals may do or have done, I 
have never seen any of those valuable varieties that are exempt 
from the disease. Yet, I have gone to see some of them this 
year, during the time they were being dug up ; but, somehow, 
they happened to fail this year for the first time! There are 
three ways of planting here (Worcester). First, by trenching 
them in, as the ground is dug; and according to my experience, 
this is the best way of planting, be the ground in whatever state 
it may. The other and the most general way, is to put them 
in with the hoe, after the manner of planting Peas or Wheat: 
a plan that may be excusable on dry sandy soil, but on no 
other. The last, and worst of all, is putting them in with 
the dibble or setting-stick, as some people call it. From what 
I have seen of this last way of planting this year, it has not 
paid for seed and labour : but where they were put in, in due 
time, and justice done to them throughout, there has been a 
remunerative crop. I have tried the different methods of 
planting myself this year, and found a sufficient difference 
here, independently of what I have seen besides, to convince 
anyone of the superiority of the trenching way of planting. 
The crop has been very good, and the Potatoes are very good 
in all the best-managed gardens in this neighbourhood. 
With regard to fruit, Gooseberries were a very fight crop 
indeed, yet most of our neighbours had an abundance. 
Currants, red, white, and black, very fine and good crops ; the 
same with Raspberries and Strawberries. Of Pears and Cherries j 
we never get a crop—we have a cold subsoil. Of Plums, we 
had a very fight crop ; the trees have not looked healthy all j 
the summer. Of Peaches and Nectarines, we had a full crop 
without thinning; and they were never finer or better flavoured. 
