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Certainly, among the many heart-cheering sights which 
meet the eyes of the rambler in our favoured England, none 
are more pleasing than the trim-looking and fragi'ant little 
gai’den-plots fronting the modest and picturesque dwellings 
on each side the village-street. In many situations in the 
vicinity of Horticultural Societies, the offered prizes stimulate 
the cottagers to vie with each otlier in the culture and pro¬ 
duction of fine specimens, and the display of choice flowers 
in these little borders is such as to throw far into the shade 
the auriculas, tulips, anemones, stock-gilliflowers, flarmting 
holly-hocks, carnations, and all the other fragrant denizens 
of the “ Squhe’s garden” or the “ Rectory.” The profusion 
of China-rosetrees beside the cottage doors is quite a feature 
in the landscape in inany parts of England ; and how beautiful 
and gratifying a one it is those best know who love the glory 
of flowers and the pleasm’e of fellow-beings as dearly as 
the writer. 
The large yellow Jasmine (with which the white is gi'ouped 
in the drawing) seems quite a different flower from her virgin 
relative, whose wreath of pearly stars cannot he approached in 
loveliness by the golden diadem of the more gaily coloured 
variety. Both are natives of India. 
I know of no fable connected with the Jasmine, but have 
sometimes fancied that the hue of the yellow ones came of 
jealousy; and Heivick, in a quatrain, entitled, “Why flowers 
change colour,” seems somewhat of my mind— 
These fresh beauties, we can prove. 
Once were virgins sick of love ; 
