322 THE FLORIST. 
Dr. Biount, the finest scarlet, deep plum’ coloured eye, white throat, with 
plum coloured feathers. 
Senior Jacksont, bright yellow. | 
GARIBALDI, deep scarlet crimson, violet centre and throat.) ¢9) @ 
Tue Rev. Josuva Dix, very bright scarlet, a first class flower ; the finest 
red out. This obtained a First Class Certificate from the Horticultural 
Society. , f 
Mrs. Sranbtsu, clear paper white, rich deep velvet puce, all the petals 
striped, fine shape, very striking. iets) 
Minerva, clear white, with pink feathers and throat. . Ky 
Drana, white, edged with puce, feathered with:the same, fine formiot (91 
Bette or Bacsuor, white centre, violet feathering)on light golden ground, 
very pretty. ) 9 0} 0 hg 
PonratowskI, very beautiful, deep rich rosy cerise, the two inside petals 
rich yellow, with claret blotch ; a.very brilliant flower. ati ek 
Ducuzss or SUTHERLAND, white, large fine shaped flower, plum throat and 
feathering. | ae 
VISITS TO’ NURSERIES: Now TIE? (01 
MR. WILLIAM PAUL'S CHESHUNT NURSERY, WALTHAM, CROSS, 
Visrr a Rose nursery in October ?°° Why not?’ I used. at ‘one time 
to think Hybrid’ Perpetuals were all ‘a’ ‘* mockery, delusion, ‘anda 
snare,” but’I do not think so now. ‘Is it not worth a whole bushel of 
Roses in the Rose’ season tobe ‘able ‘to go out into your garden in 
the middle, or even at the end of this month, and’ cut two or three 
beauties—a Eugene Appert, Jules’ Margottin, and Madame Vidot— 
and place them in dainty little vases on’ your mantlepiece or console 
table, to hear’ the ‘astonished exclamations of those who see and smell 
them, that such Roses can be had at this time of year, to’ tell’ the 
shade of Tom Moore that he was wrong when he wrote:about the “Last 
Rose of Summer,” for that they prolong their beauties far into the 
wintry month of November.’ Yes, I’ trow itis, and there can be no 
question of the immense gratification that they afford ‘all real lovers of 
the Queen of Flowers; nor must ‘we omit the contributions that the 
Tea Roses give to us. ‘Oh! to catch’ a good bloom’ of Devoniensis, 
Gloire de Dijon, or Souvenir-d’un Ami now! How much is their beauty 
enhanced by» the condecension of blooming when ‘all’ around tells of 
“fading away.” Such being» my feelings, and knowing’ that Mr. 
William Paul was starting afresh at Waltham Cross,’ despite’ of wet 
and mud, trifles when one is in‘earnest,'I found myself, one dirty day’ 
last week, at the .Waltham Cross station of the Eastern Counties 
Railway, a railway against which more abuse has been levelled than’ 
has fallen to the lot of any other similar institution, and which I am’ 
bound to say has been as richly deserved as it has been freely bestowed!’ 
On the day in question, I should gladly have spent ‘two or three hours’ 
longer at Cheshunt but I dreaded to rely on its proverbially faulty’ 
arrangements, and it was well I did; for the train in returning was 
only one hour behind its time, as if the company were unwilling’ to’ 
allow the passengers too rashly’to rush into all the enjoyments of the 
