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lion of the moisture contained in the soil and the 
delicate fibrous roots will suffer. 
The plants may be left out of doors until about the 
middle of September, or even later it frost shows no 
signs of putting in an appearance. In housing them 
for the winter a perfectly cool house should be 
chosen, from which, cf course, frost may beexcluded, 
and they should be put quite close to theglassin a posi¬ 
tion where they will eDjoy as much light as possible, 
and will be out of the way of draughts. They will 
not need a great deal of water at this time, but they 
must not be allowed to get at all dry at the roots. 
Whilst the bulk of the plants is kept in a quiescent 
state, batches of them may be introduced at intervals 
into a rather higher temperature in order to start 
them flowering, a succession thus being afforded 
throughout the winter and early spring months- 
When swelling their flower buds a few weak doses of 
artificial manures w ill be of service, but these must be 
given very carefully, or more harm than good will 
result. Too much heat must not be given, although 
Epacrises will stand far more of it with impunity 
than the Ericas. 
In conclusion it may be remarked that, for the 
kinds exhibiting a pendent habit, the pruning given 
in spring should not be quite so severe as that 
accorded the erect-growing ones. The growths may 
be simply shortened back. 
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ARDEN1NG gfiSCELLANY. 
ORIGIN OF THE BALDWIN APPLE. 
The red American Apple, which appears so 
abundantly in our markets, has been favourably 
known for the last century and a half. The 
original tree grew at Wilmington, near Boston, on 
the farm of a Mr. Butters, and was known as 
Butters’ Apple. Later on, it was called the Wood 
Pecker Apple by Mr. Butters himself, because ihe 
tree was much frequented by the bird of that name. 
This was shortened to Pecker Apple. About seveDty- 
five years ago, orchards of this variety wereplantedby 
Dr. Jabez Brown, of Wilmington, and Col. Baldwin, 
of Woburn, with their sons, who were largely in¬ 
strumental in distribuiing the tree amongst the 
general public. About this time, it took the name 
of Baldwin, owing to the prominent part which Col. 
Baldwin and his family took in its distribution. A 
high character is given it by the Horticulturist, of 
Albany, N.Y., January, 1847. 
THE ORIGIN OF DAFFODIL. 
Daffodil, and the other forms of the word more or 
less often used, are considered as variations of affadyll 
and affodylle, which are adaptations of the Medical 
Botany Latin affodillus asphodilus and asphodelus, from 
which we have the word Asphodel, now applied to 
an entirely different genus of plants. The initial d 
is supposed to be a playful variation upon the word 
or to come from the Northern article t'affodill, the 
Southern article th'affodill, in Kent de affodill or 
d’affodill. 
ILLICIUM RELIGIOSUM. 
The species of this genus belong to the Magnolia 
family, and two or three of them at least are so nearly 
hardy in the southern and more favoured districts of 
this country that they may occasionally be seen 
planted in the open air against a wall. That under 
notice is a Dative of Japan where it forms a small 
tree about the size of a Cherry tree. The Japanese 
hold it sacred, using it as wreaths to decorate the 
tombs of their deceased relatives, and burning the 
fragrant bark as incense to their deities. The 
flowers are about the size of a sixpence, and while 
with numerous petals arranged in a starry fashion. 
The fruits consist of numerous carpels arranged in a 
similar fashion, and that, together with their odour of 
Anise, gave rise to the name Star Anise often applied 
to them. The leathery evergreen leaves are not 
unlike those of the Sweet Laurel. The other week 
we noted a large bush planted against a wall in the 
open air, in the nursery of Messrs. J. Veitch & Sons, 
Chelsea. The mild winter has no doubt been 
favourable to it, seeing that it is now laden with a 
mass of flowers in various stages of progress—some 
in the yet small bud state and others fully 
expanded 
THE BLUE PRIMROSE. 
Some of our readers will possibly remember the so- 
called Primula altaica which appeared in gardens 
about fifteen years ago or more, and from which 
the various shades of Blue Primroses now in cultiva¬ 
tion are descended. Although the cultivated P. 
altaica was the immediate progenitor of the Blue 
Primroses, it is not believed to be the original 
departure from the type in the matter of colour. 
The wild Primrose is pale yellow, and in all 
probability native plants have never shown aDy 
departure from it. The oldest recorded variety of 
the common Primrose with a different colour from 
the type is Primula vulgaris Sibthorpii, having 
flowers of a soft rosy-pink and coming from Greece. 
Colonies of the Blue Primrose in various shades, and 
in some cases very fine, may be seen in the rockery 
at Kew and also on the old ice-well rockery. At the 
latter place the delicate and pretty P. vulgaris 
Sibthorpii may be seen along with some of the finest 
of its blue descendents. 
ERYTHROMUM GRANDIFLORUM. 
This North-West American Dog’s-tooth Violet is 
very variable in colour, inasmuch as the flowers are 
usually yellow or cream, deepening to orange or 
yellow at the base. A variety may be seen in the 
Alpine house at Kew, in which the above arrange¬ 
ment of colours is reversed. The blooms are about 
2 in. in diameter, with bright yellow segments, fading 
to nearly white at the very base. The leaves of this 
species are broad, oblong-lanceolate, erect, and 
bright green, without mottling or marking of any 
kind. In general appearance the species is widely 
different from the well-known European Dog’s-tooth 
Violet. 
CRANBERRY JELLY. 
Cranberries are cultivated to a slight extent in this 
country, and are gathered in greater quantity in 
some of the forests in the Highlands and northern 
parts of Scotland. The latter fruits are obtained 
from our native species (Oxycoccos palustris), but 
the cultivated plants are those of O. macrocarpus, 
the American Cranberry. Both these sources of 
supply do not come within reach of everyone, nor 
meet the demand ; but a large and regular supply 
comes directly from America, and appears in our 
maikets during several of the winter months, so that 
many can avail themselves of the same. Cranberries 
are useful in tarts and for bottling, but an excellent 
jelly may also be made from them by putting three 
quarts of the berries into one quart cf water, with 
two pounds of sugar. They should then be well 
cooked, mashing the berries, and then passing them 
through a sieve or cullender so as to drain off the 
juice. The latter should then be cooked for another 
quarter of an hour, and then poured into glasses, as 
is done with Red Currant and other jellies, for future 
use. 
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EIliEY DEflJlE. 
By Evelyn C. Griffiths. 
{All rights reserved.) 
CHAPTER XII. 
Eiley’s Story. 
In a charming villa at Hampstead, Mary Graham 
lived with her father, a doctor in good practice. Her 
mother being dead, Mary attended to all the house¬ 
hold affairs. 
She was totally unlike her brother in appearance, 
being a short, plump little lass with fluffy hair, which 
had just a suspicion of red in it ; laughiDg, greyish- 
blue eyes, and an impudent little nose. 
Mary had been quite delighted with the idea of 
receiving the sick young artist. Her brother had 
told her as much as he thought necessary to enlist 
her sympathy, and she at once set to work preparing 
the guest’s room. She gave Eiley a a very warm 
welcome upon her arrival. Mary possessed the rare 
art of making people feel at home, so that the two 
girls had not conversed very long before Eiley felt as 
if she had known her little hostess for years ; and 
they were both soon deep in mutual confidences. 
Lord Bewdley was shown into the drawing-room, 
where the girls were sitting alone, when he called in 
the evening. After chatting merrily for a few 
minutes, Mary suddenly discovered that she had 
some orders to give to the servants, and asking her 
guests to excuse her, left the room. 
“ My little girl is looking better already,” said 
Lord Bewdley, taking a seat beside Eiley on the 
sofa. “ How do you like your little hostess ? ” 
“ I like her very much, indeed,” replied Eiley. 
" In fact, we seem more like old friends than 
acquaintances of only a few hours.” 
” That is right; I wanted you to become friends.” 
He took Eiley’s left hand as he spoke, slipping a 
handsome sapphire ring UDon her third finger ; 
looking mischievously into her blushing face, he 
said, “ I have no intention of letting you run away 
again, little girl (then more seriously), but tell me, 
Eiley, why did you not keep your promise and 
write to Susan, after you left the Manor ? Where 
did you go when you arrived in London ; and how 
came you to be in that miserable place in the 
Borough ? ” 
"I did write to Susan,” answered Eiley, looking 
puzzled. “Upon arriving in London I engaged a 
room in the house of a woman I knew in Bayswater. 
That same night, I wrote to Susan, just a few lines, 
sending the address. On the morrow I weot to a 
school where I had once taught painting. Luckily 
for me they were in want of a drawing mistress and 
engaged me. I also looked up some pupils and 
succeeded in getting several. 
"I then wrote to Susan agaiD, along letter, in 
which I promised to let her have Jim's picture in a 
fortnight. She did not answer my letters so I 
supposed she was waiting for the portrait. At the 
end of the fortnight I forwarded it to her ; it was not 
acknowledged, and I am sorry to say I then thought 
rather hardly of poor Susan, I say sorry because 
Susan tells me that she did not receive either the 
letters or the picture.” 
" Are you sure you addressed them correctly ? ” 
asked her lover. 
"Quite sure, Arthur.” 
It was the first time Eiley had called him by his 
Christian name, and he found it very pleasant; so 
much so, indeed, that it encouraged him to put his 
arm round her slender waist. 
” And they were not returned to you 5 I cannot 
understand it at all; but we will find out about that 
later on. Go on about yourself, darling. You 
continued giving lessons in painting ? ” 
“Yes—no—I did for a time. That is another 
point in the case to which I cannot find the solution 
I had been attending the school for a little over a 
month, when one morning I received a letter from 
the head mistress saying she would not require my 
attendance at her school any longer, and enclosing 
the money due to me. I could not understand the 
meaning of this; so I immediately went round to the 
school. She refused to see me, sending a message 
through the servant, to the effect that her note had 
contained all she intended saying upon the subject 
and it would be useless for me to call again, or to 
write. Nevertheless, I did write, and my letter was 
returned unopened.” 
“ Simply abominable! ” ejaculated Lord Bewdley. 
“ That was not the worst, though. Ill-luck seemed 
to follow me; on one pretext or another, all my 
pupils ceased to take lessons ; and when I got new 
ones the same thing happened again. I was 
eventually obliged to give up my room in Bayswater 
and go to a cheaper neighbourhood, where I worked 
at small sketches which I sold at the shops. But 
things seemed to go from bad to worse, and after a 
time I could not pay my rent, so the woman of the 
house turned me out.” 
“ My poor child 1 ’ muttered Lord Bewdley, 
pressing her fragile form gently to him ; “ to think 
that I knew nothing of it.” “ Oh, I found a friend,” 
said Eiley, looking up into his face with a smile. “ I 
wandered about all day not knowing what to do. 
My landlady had detained my paints and brushes, 
also the one or two sketches I had, leaving me no 
means of making my living. Night came on and 
with it a drizzling rain. I was walking along the 
Embankment feeliDg very cold and miserable, 
wishing — well, it does not matter what I was wish¬ 
ing. I stopped and leant against the wall, watching 
the river as it flowed rapidly along. 
“I know not how long I had been there, when I was 
startled by someone laying a hand upon my arm and 
a man's voice close to me, saying, • Come my girl ; 
it’s about time you went home I think. It has gone 
two, and you’ll catch cold standing here.' Looking 
round I saw a policeman, the son of the woman who 
had, that morning, turned me out. ‘Lor’, miss!’ 
he cried in surprise on recognising me. ‘ Is it you ? 
Whatever are you doing out at„this time; going to 
make a sketch of the river by night ? ’ • No, Walker,’ 
I replied ; ' I am waiting for the daylight. I could 
not pay my rent and—and — I have nowhere to go to, 
please let me remain here till the*tarorning ; I am not 
in anyone’s way.’ 
‘ My mother’s never been and turned you out ? ' 
he asked, angrily. ‘ You must not be angry with 
her ’ I said; ‘ your mother has to make her living, 
so, of course, cannot afford to keep people for 
nothing Perhaps you could persuade her to let me 
have my paints and brushes ; they can be of no use 
to her and I make my living by them you know.’ 
‘You shall have them, lass; or my Dame ain’t 
Thomas Walker,’ he cried. ‘But I’m not goiDg 
to leave you here all night. I’ve seen women looking 
over that wall before, and I know what it means ! 
Old Father Thames has a mighty enticing way 
about him when folks don’t feel quite themselves ! 
Now I knows of a family, poor, but respectable, who 
could let you have a small room cheap, and I'd pay 
the first week’s rent for you—don’t stop me, lass- 
then I'll get your paints from mother, and in return 
you might make a picture of me if you did’nt mind, 
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