I like this. Half the mental pleasure of this hum-drum world is drawn in from the colloquial interchange of ideas commonly called "gossip." There are as many varieties of gossip extant in the different ranks of humanity as Mrs. Opie enumerates there to be of "lying." There is low gossip, and scandalous gossip, and "gossip about town." Then there is gossip of the "upper ten" - all these don't amount to much. And then there is the gossip of literary, professional, and political coteries, over their after-dinner wines - rare, rich, and racy, according to the calibre of the brains concerned in it. And, last of all, is the "gossip" of the Horticulturist! Very capital in its way, too, Mr. Editor - full of information and suggestion. But I wish you would split it up a little; that is to say, divide it into paragraphs. You drive it into such continuous density of type, that one scarcely knows when to pause and take breath. Do give us a page or two each number, and so subdivide the different heads of it that we can take in one idea at a time, for my old head is so obtuse, that so many different topics makes it all of a jumble before I get through with it.*