10 ye gee OE 
Waban, Mad. Julez Grolez, Frau 
SKarl Druschki, Mrs. W. J. Grant, 
Mrs. Rumsey, Souv. de President 
Carnot, Duchess of Albany, Marguerite 
Appert, Mrs. Cocker, Mad. Scipion Cochet, 
Marl of Dufferin, Ada Carmody, Col. Felix 
Breton, Marchioness of Dufferin, Gruss an 
‘Weplit, Golden Gate Princesse Alice de 
Monaco, George Prince, White Maman 
ochet, Helen Keller, Helene Cambier, 
Ards Rover, Lady Clanmorris, Mad. de 
Waitteville, John Hopper, Louis Van 
Houtte, Firebrand, Victor Verdier, Souv. 
alc Pierre Notting, Lady Castlereagh, Duke 
ot Edinburgh, Ferdinand Jamin, E. Y. 
‘eas, Marchioness of Londonderry, Presi- 
dent, Etienne Levet, Marchioness of 
Lorne, Pride of Waltham, Medea, Fran- 
«ois Michelon, Captain Hayward, Marie 
Guillot, Countess of Caledon, General 
Gallieni, and Marchioness of Downshire 
(the doctor's birthplace). 
Rosse Hence. 
A. new division fence has to be covered, 
and the doctor entrusted this labor to 
white and yellow Banksias, Macartney, 
Anne of Geierstin, Mad. A. Carrier, Bil- 
diard et Barre, Julia Mainwairing, Aus- 
trian copper, Marie Van Houtte, Lord Pen- 
gance, Barou Job, Boule de Neige, 
Duchesse D’Auerstadt, Mons. Désir, Trish 
Beauty, Killarney, Mad. D’Arblay, Pink 
Rover, Trish Modesty, Amy Robsart, W. 
A.. Richardson; and My Pet. 
THe PERGOLA. 
Tn course of construction is a rose per- 
gola or covered trellis, and it may interest 
ssome to. know how this is to be covéred. 
Five upright posts will carry the selection 
wf Roses. No. 1, Cloth of Gold, Huphro- 
syne, and Ards Rover; No. 2, Acidalie, 
Psyche, and Souy. de Mdme. L’Viennot ; 
Wo. 3, Souv. de Wooton, and Belle de Bal- 
timore; No. 4, Reve d'Or, Rampant, and 
Amadis; No. 5, Aglaia, America, and 
Olivet. 
This closes our description of Dr. Pooler’s 
garden, not forgetting the other head gar- 
alener, Mrs. Pooler, and the assistant, Wil- 
fred Ashenden, who appear to be all equ- 
ally interested, and we feel it inadequate. 
Every plant of consequence in the garden 
is as carefully labelled as it would be in a 
nursery, and perhaps more so, and we con- 
gratulate the gardeners upon their success- 
ful hobby. We would like to take our 
readers inside the house and show them the 
researches and collections in the science of 
entomology. Here they would see as 
pretty a collection of moths as they could 
wish, besides many other things interest- 
ing to the naturalist. But we must. take 
our leave. 
IBERIS GIBRALTARICA. 
This is perhaps the largest as well as the 
showiest member of the Candytuft family. 
The plant will frequently, when grown in 
warm. well-drained soils and positions, sur- 
vive an ordinary winter. Plants raised 
from seed sown, preferably in the open 
ground, as they do not transplant readily, 
will be strong, and should they survive 
the winter they will make a fine display 
the ensuing spring and early summer. On 
light sandy soils the plant is usually a suc- 
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cess, and the large heads of delicate lilac 
flowers are very showy. It may be raised 
freely from seed. On this account it is 
not worth the trouble of increasing by 
cuttings, unless it be an exceptionally fine 
kind. In my experience of it, the cuttings 
are liable to canker instead of rooting in 
the usual way. By treating it as a bien- 
nial, sowing the seeds in the open or thinly 
in pots, a supply may easily be kept up. 
As a pot plant for the conservatory it is 
very useful, and the flowers lose much of 
the lilac hue that they assume out of doors. 
For this purpose when well grown the 
flowers are nearly pure white and very ef- 
fective. Heat is the reverse of beneficial, 
‘and if applied the plant quickly becomes 
weak and useless —EKH. J. 
NOTES FROM A NEW ZEALAND 
GARDEN. 
To admit that one may have tco many 
Daffodils is to admit a great deal, and I 
will not be brought to the admission except 
it appear that my stock has reached that 
point when increase in quantity must be 
made at the expense of quality. But I have 
my fears. This year I have been replanting 
by the thousand, and my experience mean- 
while has not been entirely satisfactory. 
Every Daffodil grower knows the pleasure 
of handling a fair-sized, well-ripened, and 
well-shaped bulb, brown, firm, and silky, 
like an onion. For my own part my plea- 
sure in the bulb is little less than my enjoy- 
ment of the flower. But little of that 
pleasure have I had this year, though I 
have planted so extensively. In the case of 
some varieties, though the bulbs are fairly 
large and healthy, they have, from over- 
crowding, become laterally compressed in a 
way no grower of Daffodils can approve, 
whilst the outer skin has not the silky brown 
gloss that the epidermis of a perfect bulb 
ought to have. Empress has, I. think, 
under any conditions of growth, an ugly 
bulb in confrast with the fine, large, smooth- 
skinned bulb of Emperor. I have more 
than once remarked the difficulty of distin- 
guishing Empress from Horsfieldi, and I 
have pointed out in former notes that they 
are distinguishable by their relative seed- 
bearing qualities, Empress being almost or 
entirely sterile, and Horsfieldi fairly fertile. 
I notice also that they differ markedly in 
the shape of their bulbs, that of Horsfieldi 
being flatter and fatter of the two. 
As to the multiplying of varieties, I am 
entirely convinced that the 
already too large; and each season I 
resolve to extend my list no further, but 
each season when the new catalogues come 
in my good resolutions go to the wall. 
Writing of varieties, I um taken back 
across the years to a garden that knew no 
more than three varieties of Narcissus, aud 
yet the Daffodil show of that old garden in 
the early days of April was not cuntemp- 
tible. It was a disgracefully utilitarian 
garden, and shockingly geometrical in 
design; a square of perhaps a couple of 
acres in extent. - There was nothing about- 
it that a modern esthete would call pic- 
turesque, except perhaps its mortarless wall 
which so completely shut in that no glimpse 
of the inside was possible except through 
number is . 
the pickets of the gate. The wall had 
originally been finished off with a thick 
coping of turf, and this in time had 
mellowed into loam, giving foothold to 
various kinds of waving grasses, to patches 
of the common, but beautiful yellow-spored 
Polypody and rosettes of Houceleek. 
I find it hard to believe that there exists. 
now anywhere ov earth a place so rich in 
wild flowers as the country-side in which 
that garden Jay. It was one of those sub- 
alpine regions where you stand on the 
border-land, as it were, between the loveli-. 
liness of the fertile lowlands and the stern 
loneliness of the granite hills. A walk of 
an hour or so would take you into a 
wilderness of heather, where in the peat- 
bogs you might find bog myrtle and cotton 
grass, sundews and _ butter-worts and 
Sphagnum moss of all shades, green, 
yellow, pink and crimson. In the near 
neighborhood of the garden the most 
common weeds were lovely flowers—wild 
thyme, darnel, brooklime, bird’s-foot lotus, 
harebell, meadow-sweet, and so on, In 
the woods that lay around and by the 
mountain stream a stone throw from the 
gate you might walk ankle-deep in wood- 
ruff, wood anemone, and marsh marigold, 
knee-deep in wood hyacinths, thigh-deep in 
lady fern, and over the head in foxglove, 
bracken, and wild raspberry. A few 
minutes would take you to the shady home 
of the Trientalis europa, lily of the valley, 
oak fern and beech fern, Orystopteris 
fragilis and Asplenium nigrum, A. viride 
and A. Trichomanes. Take a short walk in 
one direction and you might gather sheaves 
of bog iris; the same distance in another 
would bring you to the habitat of the 
fringed bog bean, rare of blossom. In 
autumn if you looked towards the hills they 
were purple with heather, if towards the 
woods they were scarlet with the mountain 
ash (locally, ‘‘rodding”). As for gorse and 
broom, dog roses and sweet brier, ivy, bird 
cherry and wild cherry they were abundant 
and glorious. 
And yet in this richly-endowed district 
Nature had made strange omissions. Prim- 
roses there were in plenty, enough to make 
the air smell faint. But the cowslip, which 
decks the English meadows with delight, 
was wanting. No child in that locality 
ever tasted cowslip wine or threw a cowslip 
ball. Nor were there sweet violets beneath 
the hedges, though there were myriads of 
the scentless lilac kind, which we called the- 
“Cuckoo Flower,” because bird and blos- 
som came at the same time; nor meadow 
saffron, nor snowdrops, though there was a 
wood not ten miles away where they were 
as grass; nor hait’s-tongue fern, except in 
one hidden spot where those in the secret 
could get it by risking their necks, nor wild 
narcissus of any kind. 
Our forest trees may not have been so 
remarkable as our wild flowors; and yet, 
on second thoughts, I think they were. The 
finest autumn display of fireworks was 
made by a slope of beeches that burned 
themselves away through a scale of brilliant 
color into the light leather-brown of their 
winter leaves; and the same slope was just 
as beautiful in spring, as may be concetved,. 
for what is more exquisitely delicate than 
the young foliage of the beech ? unless it be 
the young foliage of the oak, a green with 
