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declining day. General Jacqueminot and the Geant fold their martial 
cloaks around them, as though preparing for sleep; but awake or 
nodding, erect or pendent, cupped or expanded, all are beautiful. 
Most beautiful, as though flushed with victory, those who have been 
distinguished at “the National.” The old favourites seem to exult 
that they are not wholly superseded, and the Belles, more recently 
introduced, to pride themselves on their first conquests, and to foresee 
new victories. I take off my hat to them, young and old, wishing them 
“bon repos,” and, after happy morrows, peaceful rest in the Pot-Pourri 
ar. 
Parentally, on my way to bed, I must take a peep at the Nursery, 
and say good night to the young ones. Good night to Master Maugene 
Appert, at rest upon his noble leaves. He has not attained to the size 
desiderated, but his complexion is glorious, and until some novelty 
shall surpass him in shape and circumference no Rose garden can be 
complete without him. ‘This season has not been so favourable to him 
as the last, but few Roses have attracted more attention on the tree, 
especially from the brighter eyes and rosier lips of our kind. Good 
night to Anna de Diesbach, the largest Rose I have seen this summer; 
to the two Franks, Mrancois Premier, so vivid in colouring and so 
compact in form, and Francois Arago, of rich claret hue—and to those 
who, with me, think much of contrasts, most valuable for exhibition ; 
to Armide, circular and cheerful, well shown by Messrs. Fraser at the 
National; to Homere, a very pretty promising Yes—“aliquando 
bonus dormitat Homerus,” and now J begin to nod; and so a last good 
night to the beautiful Comtesse Cecile de Chabrillant (let us call her 
the Countess, my brothers, since life really is too short, and our tallies 
also, for these etymological excesses), of whom I need say little, seeing 
that Mr. Andrews, pitying my sleepiness, has bravely ventured “ to 
paint the Rose,” and her sweet Ladyship is now before you. When I 
first beheld her, escorted by a Knight of the Bath division, Mr. Tiley, 
to the Hanover Square Rooms, I tendered admiration and allegiance— 
‘“* When first I saw thy face, I resolved 
To honour and renown thee.” 
And I have seen her subsequently only to confirm my love. Ample 
_ as fair (I blush for some of our fraternity, who persist in describing 
Duchesses, Countesses, Mesdames, and even Mesdemoiselles, as 
“robust” and ‘‘full’’), of perfect symmetry and very ‘‘constant,” she 
takes a place at once by the throne of our Queen of Flowers, and will 
be the Beauty of many a ‘ Drawing-room,”’ the Belle of many a Box.— 
Good night ! | 
De Wve kde 

CALENDAR FOR THE MONTH. 
Azaleas and Camellias—IVf our previous directions have been 
attended to, the stock of Azaleas will be cleared of their seed pods, their 
shoots properly tied and thinned out, &c., and the plants placed in a 
