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character, and excellent taste and skill have been displayed in the 
laying out of the same, and in the formation of the lake, or rather 
river, &c. 
In addition to many fine species of the more early introduced 
Conifers, there is also a collection of ornamental deciduous trees 
and shrubs, many of them very rare and not often to be met with. 
And last, although not destined long to be the least, I noticed a 
very fine young plant of the Wellingtoniagigantea, which certainly 
seemed to like its situation ; and it also appeared to clair* a con¬ 
siderable share of the fostering care of the gardener, Mr. Hutchison, 
a very skilful and most enthusiastic cultivator, who assured me 
that it had grown fully three feet this present season. It has been 
planted two years, and is now seven feet high. It has had no 
protection whatever, and it certainly bids fair to be, in a few years, 
one of the finest specimens of the Wellingtonia in this country.— 
FRUIT AND FRUIT TREES of GREAT BRITAIN. 
(Continued from page 55.) 
No. XII.—Baroxne de Meelo Peak. 
Synonymes. —Beurre Van Mons; Adele de St. Denis. 
Fruit inodorous ; of a curved pyramidal shape, rounding 
towards the eye, and tapering on one side with a dipping curve 
towards the stalk ; sometimes the surface is bossed or undulating, 
but generally it is even. 
Skin almost entirely covered with dark brown russet, which is 
thin and smooth, so that it has no roughness to the feel; on the 
shaded side, the ground colour, which is generally more or less 
visible, is greenish-yellow, mottled over with russet. 
Dye small and open, with incurved, tooth-like segments, and 
placed in a very slight depression, sometimes almost level with 
the surface. 
Stalk half an inch long, slender, woody, and of a brown colour j 
inserted on the surface of the fruit. 
Flesh greenish-yellow, fine-grained, melting, and buttery. Juice 
very abundant, rich, sugary, brisk, and vinous, with a fine aroma. 
This is when it is in perfection ; but in some seasons, and in poor 
soils in exposed and cold situations, I have found it coarse¬ 
grained and gritty, not at all sugary, and with a watery juice. 
This i6 a very excellent autumn Pear, and one of the very first 
quality. It ripens in the end of October, and sometimes keeps on 
w'ell into November; consequently, it forme a succession to Beurre 
Swperfn, which was described at pages 54-5. _ Though an early 
autumn Pear, it ripens well without decaying at the core, a 
property which too many do not possess. The tree is very hardy, 
and maintains a vigorous, though not a rampant growth. It is 
an excellent bearer, and succeeds well on the Quince stock, either 
as a pyramid or a dwarf bush. 
This is supposed to be a seedling of Dr. Van Mons, from 
whom Mr. Rivers, of Sawbridgeworth, received it, some years 
ago, under the name of Beurre Van Mons. This name ought in 
justice, therefore, to take the precedence of all others ; but, from 
the great confusion in which Van Mons is well known to have 
had his collection, the same designation has been applied to 
several other varieties. To preserve the identity of this variety, 
I have adopted the name placed at the head of this article. 
Adele de St. Denis is a name applied to it in Prance, probably 
by some grower who received grafts from Van Mons without any 
name at all, and distinguished only by a number,—a practice in 
which he was very wont to indulge, not unfrequently sending 
two or three different Pears under the same number to different 
persons. 
The figure and description are taken from fruit grown in the 
northern parts of Sussex, on the Hastings sand formation, and 
from a tree in my possession.—II. 
NOTES BY A SMALL GARDENER. 
If through the medium of The Cottage Gardener its sub¬ 
scribers are not made cottage gardeners, aye,—palace gardeners,— 
it is not the fault of that valuable journal. In it I find precept 
upon precept. In last week’s number there is a great deal of in¬ 
struction. Now, commendation for good deeds must at all times 
be acceptable to those by whom accomplished, if that praise shall 
1 be sincerely given and rightly received. To our friend Mr. 
Beaton in particular, and to all others who have contributed to 
The Cottage Gardener, I beg to return my sincere thanks. 
I may just say that, if Ministers of the Gospel were as faithful to 
tlieh trust as our respected friend Mr. Beaton is to his, and 
also if men would only listen and attend, we should have better 
doings than we have. In his writings in The Cottage Gar¬ 
dener, I find a great deal of that commodity called common 
sense, which, by the way, is the most uncommon now-a-days. 
He fearlessly cries down abuses and praises that which is good. 
I would there were more such men in the world. Ilis words on 
the pulling-up of plants, instead of lifting them, are good, and 
stand to reason and commmon sense. Plants are like human 
beings; but people forget that. Again, if we profess to grow 
flowers, let us grow them, and not half do it. Care and attention 
are required, mixed with common sense. Let us again sing the 
old song on pot culture. First, then, plenty of crocks, upon the 
top of which a few' pieces of rotten sod ; then we need not fear 
good drainage. Let the pots be clean, which is very important: 
a dirty, mucky house is not congenial to their well-being. There 
is no such thing as watering plants by rule : but how often do 
we find plants grow'n in pots saturated with water. Yet there is 
no rule without an exception, some plants requiring more water 
than others. But, as a rule, plants do not like being made drunk 
with water. It is better, however to study how they grow 
naturally. 
A word or two about cellaring plants. I have had so many 
plants this year for a small garden and small greenhouse, that I 
have been obliged to cellar them. I think the cellar is not quite 
so dry as Mr. Beaton’s. Well, the latter end of September w r as 
the time when a host of my plants were consigned to their rest¬ 
ing-place for the winter. Here they are, then, in the cellar, 
closely packed together in pots, principally consisting of Ge¬ 
raniums, Fuchsias, Acliimenes (laid down on their sides), Cobeas, 
Wistarias, Deutzias, Petunias, &c. The cellar is light, and 
very airy, measuring about eighteen feet by fifteen feet. The 
Geraniums have a longing desire to grow' again. I will w'atch 
them pretty keenly, and, it I am spared until spring, I will give 
you an account how these little things have spent their winter in 
their low habitation. 
There is a lovely little flower, which some of our friends would 
like to grow. By some it is considered very tender; but I have 
not found it so tender as some describe it. The plant is Globe 
Amaranthus. I threw the last away this week. I sow'ed the 
seed in March, in a pot, over the flue in the greenhouse ; and, 
wdien large enough to handle, I shifted each into a pot, and, after a 
short time, placed them on the shelf with the other plants. Sly 
greenhouse is a cool one. Of course, in cold, damp weather I 
use a fire. I grew them in small pots, as dwarfs. —Samuee 
TatterSAID, Smedleg, Manchester , 
