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safely challenge competition with a Fuchsia that is kind 
enough to furnish you 3!50 buds and blossoms at one 
time. 
Climbing Fern.— Anna. The botanical name of the 
Climbing-fern is Lygodium, of which there are two 
species well known. L. Scandens, a native of Japan, and 
a splendid plant for the greenhouse, conservatory, or 
living-room ; and L. palmatum , the well-known Hart¬ 
ford ferns, a genus which is sparingly met from Massa¬ 
chusetts to Kentucky. This species is very difficult of 
cultivation. 
Name of Plants.— S. E. J. No. 1. Olciucium or Horn 
Poppy. No. 2. Tcplvrosia Virginiana. No. 3. Too 
much broken to recognize. 
Stapelia.— Dell, Kansas. The Stapelia is a genus of 
very curious greenhouse plants, with showy, star-like 
flowers proceeding from the base, which smell so much 
like carrion that dies have been known to lay their eggs 
upon them. As these plants are very succulent, they 
are apt to damp off if they are grown in rich soil or re¬ 
ceive too water. They are propagated by cuttings, 
which should be laid ou the shelf for two or three days 
to shrivel, before they are planted. All the Stapelias 
are natives of the Cape of Good Hope. The flowers are 
very singular as well as showy, and would be highly 
prized were it not for their offensive odor. This, how¬ 
ever. is not of long duration, and should not be a serious 
objection to the growing of this interesting class of 
plants. 
Will the editor of the Cabinet please tell me what 
house plants to choose for Winter, to be grown in a bay 
window, with North-eastern exposure. I cannot get 
along without my flowers and this is the only room 
available where there will be sufficient heat. Is there 
anything that will bloom with so little sun. 
Mrs. H. F. B., Detroit, Mich. 
Answer.— Nearly all the Begonias delight in just such 
a situation, their flpwers are not as showy as are those 
of some other plants, but are very pleasing. Hyacinths 
will also bloom to perfection in such a situation, and 
there could not possibly be a better situation for the 
more hardy ferns. 
H. J. F., Wes town, N. Y .—The scale on your Jasmine 
can only be removed by mechanical means; take a 
small, smooth stick, and rub them off, using care, so as 
not to injure the bark. When all are off, wash the 
plant in strong soap-soads, after which rinse in clean 
swarm water. We should advise shaking the plant out 
of the pot, if the first operation is not successful, as the 
oil is liable to be filled with the same enemy. 
THE HAUNTED CRUST. 
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Can't you remember Jerry Rouse, sir, the little cobbler 
of Pickersgill? How should you though ! Poor Jerry 1 
I suppose liis busy little fingers were stiff and cold in his 
coffin before you saw the light. 
It was on a Christmas eve, forty years ago, that that 
poor little cobbler, who lies in the churchyard yonder, 
nothing but senseless dust, was a piece of living flesh 
and blood, suffering and shaking under such a tempta¬ 
tion that, if I told what it was, and that he gave way to 
it, there are those who wouldn't let him rest in peace 
among their kith and kin,—no, not now, though it’s forty 
years ago; they’d go and tear his bones out of their 
grave this very night,—this very instant. 
Now, at the time I’m speaking of, the street running 
down to the river was the High Street of Pickersgill, and 
what they call the High Street now was a long, close 
court, called Gadshill-in-the-Fields. Come, come, Mis¬ 
tress Sicklemore, you’re not so young but you remember 
that, surely? And you remember Jerry, now, I’ll be 
bound. Call him to mind, —a little man, know you, a 
tiny little man, with coal-black eyes and hair, and a pale, 
sickly, happy little face. Haven’t you seen him sitting 
at the open window of number three, the dirtiest house 
in the court? Of course you have; and his black-eyed, 
ragged little children playing outside. 
His wife, Nance, was a well-looking body enough in 
her day, but such a scold, and such a dirty, muddling 
kind of woman, that if Jerry hadn’t had her, nobody 
else would. She set her cap at me once, did Nance; 
,but there! what Icind of cap was it? so black you 
wouldn’t have picked it up in the street. However; 
Jerry had a kind heart, you know; and seemg how 
Nance was getting a longish way on the other side of her 
teens, and sourer and sourer every day, out of very 
charity he went to her mother, who was beginning to 
scout her, and says he,— 
“ Mistress Jessop, will you put in a word for me with 
Nance? I haven’t a farthing till I get paid for heeling 
these boots in my hand,” he says. “I earn my bread 
from hand to mouth, but I think I could earn Nance’s 
too, if she’d be so kind as to say yes.” 
“ Do you know what kind of a temper she is?” says 
Nance’s mother. 
“Yes, ma’am,” says Jerry; “but not having much 
temper myself, I tlpnk we might get along very well.’ 
“ Do you know she’s the dirtiest thing about a house 
that over was?” 
“That, ma’am,” said Jerry, “is the the chief consid¬ 
eration ; I know there’s not another woman in Pickersgill 
would put up with my ways in that respect, for I can’t 
abide cleaning, ma’am; wet boards, and the sight of 
pails of water about, would be the death of me. So, if 
you see no objections yourself, and Nance ’ud be so very 
kind, I think, ma’am, as it ’ud be a very happy union.” 
And so it was, in Jerry’s opinion; and I suppose he 
was the best judge, wasn’t he? Nance Jessop kept to 
her part in the agreement, at any rate; for a dirtier 
place than Jerry’s little house at Gadshill-in-the-Fields, 
and dirtier children than Jerry’s seven, you wouldn’t 
light on in a month’s march. 
I say seven; but, now, Jerry’s eldest girl was an ex¬ 
ception to all the rest. She grew up as fair and clean, in 
