It is the season of roses at Fredericton, and this year the crop appears to be very fine. In this respect the garden of Mr. Alfred Ray is probably unequalled. Indeed, his rose garden is a garden of itself. It contains two thousand rose trees, and on Thursday last there were thousands of roses in bloom, of the finest kinds, presenting a most remarkable sight, and one which could not be surpassed in any climate. Mr. Ray has the grounds ormerly owned by the late Judge Wilmot. The Judge kept them in beautiful condition, but Mr. Ray has enlarged and otherwise improved them. He has cut down a good deal of the shrubbery, and has devoted more space to blooming flowers. His tropical garden, which is protected by a fine grove of pines, is very handsome; palms, tree ferns, and equatorial grasses are tastefully dispersed through it; tempting looking orange trees laden with oranges are placed in attractive positions, handsome aloes abound, and altogether this portion of his grounds is a scene of rare beauty.

Fredericton is to be congratulated on having a gentleman of Mr. Ray's taste within her bounds.