The following have been added since Mr. Frost's list was made out, viz.

With the silver cedar from Mount Atlas, called in

the gardens Cedrus argentea.

Ir always affords me much pleasure to see the pretty cottages of our rural peasantry, when surrounded by their little gardens, and gay with flowers. There is a fondness in the English for floriculture which is possessed, perhaps, by no other nation in the world. It pervades all ranks from the Queen to the peasant. It forms a resource for the old, and is the delight of the young. One of the first things asked for by the cottager's child is to have its own little garden, which it soon learns to decorate with daffodils, snow-drops, and primroses. And how eagerly do the children wander in the meadows to gather wild flowers, and form them into garlands, under some widespreading oak with its tender green leaves just bursting forth, and listen to the warbling birds above. How often have I seen little groups, joy

ous as the May month of flowers, and looking like the offspring of Flora herself, loaded with cowslips and primroses, and reminding me of those pretty lines on a cottager's child returning from a wild moorland

Her little lap was filled with flowers;

And round her feet there lay
Rich heather-bells, and yellow broom
In knots, and garlands gay.

There is probably no sight which surprizes a foreigner more on his first visit to England, and especially if he is an American, than the sight of our cottage gardens, and the comfortable-looking cottages themselves. Perhaps those in Devonshire, Worcestershire, and Herefordshire, with parts of Shropshire, are the most to be admired, for they have generally a small orchard attached to them. They are exclusively English both in their appearance and internal arrangements. The flitch of bacon on the rack the dried pot-herbs giving a peculiar perfume to the room-the polished chest of drawers - the shining warmingpan in the corner the string of onions may be met with in the cottage of an industrious English labourer in the counties referred to. But it is in his garden that he enjoys one of the most innocent delights of human life. There the sweetbriar and honeysuckle mingle together in pleasing confusion the gaudy hollyoake and golden sun

all

flower tower above the more humble rose and sky-blue iris. Nor are the pink and carnation neglected, or the modest lilly of the valley with its delicious perfume. These are found flourishing, from the care bestowed upon them, in equal health and beauty.

In no part of the world is such a picture of rural gardening to be met with. Evelyn has remarked, "that the life and felicity of a gardener is preferable to all other diversions," and I do believe that an honest cottager is fully aware that such is the case. It is only to be regretted that every cottage has not its garden, which affords so great a resource to the labourer when he is out of employment, and so much enjoyment in the late hours of summer, keeping him from the alehouse, and producing a feeling of honest independence which cannot be too much cultivated. How I like to see the clean, tidy wife seated at her cottage door employed in knitting or mending her husband's clothes, a little infant perhaps on her lap, and two or three larger children attending on their father as he works in his garden, or gathers the produce of his loaded fruit-trees. And then on the Sunday evening, the tea-things are spread out on a white deal table placed in the cottage garden, and they are all so nicely dressed, and look so happy! It is a pretty picture, and one, it is to. be regretted that is not more often realized.