A lady writes strongly recommending a Tea-rose called 'Ma Capucine.' 'such lovely red-scarlet buds from June to December,' she says. This I have now ordered. I have moved my white 'Lamarque Rose,' but I cannot get it to do well here. The Dean of Rochester wrote me a most kind letter reproaching me for saying I could not grow Roses, and implying that the fault is mine. This I know to be true, but the fact is I am so fond of variety in flowers, as in all else, that I grudge too much room in the garden being given to Roses; and the attention and hand-picking they require in the spring, when I am very busy with other things, cause them to be neglected.

Another correspondent from the north of London wrote that I exaggerated the difficulty of growing Roses near London. He says he has had good success with his. But then he lives on heavy soil, and that makes an extraordinary difference in their power of resisting their enemies - smoke, blight, etc.

This year a Crimson Rambler that failed near a wall (I believe they never do well on walls) has made prodigious growth out in the open. I have cut out the old wood, spread out the long shoots, and tied them down to canes on either side, so as to increase the flowering all along the branches. Underneath is a large bed of 'Mrs. Simpkin' Pinks, and I think the two together will be pretty.