Under 'American Lilies,' Mr. Barr writes as follows: -'sulphureum (syn. Wallichianum superbum). When in Auckland, New Zealand, 1900, I saw in Mr. Ball's garden this really handsome lily, and a noble sight it was. Height, 5 to 6 feet, with a coronet of seven long white flowers surmounting a sturdy stem. I had a letter recently from Mr. Ball, informing me that the lily this year had fifteen flowers. At another garden in Auckland I saw the same lily behaving in a similar manner, and with a considerable progeny of all sizes. The owner expressed a desire to sell some of them, and I undertook to sound the lily's praises as I travelled this progressive and aggressive wonderful country, "the home of the brave and the free of the Southern Hemisphere." I had a letter of thanks recently from the owner referred to, informing me he had sold well on to 201. worth of the bulbs of Lilium sulphureum to the persons to whom I had recommended it. Now, this man a few years previously had bought a bulb for 5s. 6d. So say no more about the gigantic profits of the Capetown Cold Storage Company. Here is a record-breaker for you in lilies, and he expects to reap an annual revenue from this original investment of 5s. 6d. He let me into the secret of increasing the bulb, so pardon my not taking you into my confidence, as I promised not to spoil his market by letting others know how he worked his diamond mine.' . The other lecture is even more interesting to the general public, as it is on the cultivation of the favourite daffodil. It is, of course, addressed to those who live in South Africa, but it is full of information of the most fascinating kind for everybody. He says: 'Double daffodils, as far as I can make out, originated in a wild state, but when, and where, and how, are unsolved questions. No one in modern times has added a double daffodil to the existing ancient forms; indeed, I am not quite sure that we know as many double daffodils as Parkinson cultivated in his garden in Holborn, London. Some names of double daffodils have been changed, it is true, but a change of name does not make a new flower.' Then he goes on to describe the wild double daffodils of the world. He gives an interesting account of the various people who worked on daffodils, and how he himself took up the study of the daffodil early in the sixties, working on the older forms known to Parkinson. Describing how they came into fashion, he says, 'I do not suppose that Oscar Wilde knew anything about daffodils, but there is no doubt in my mind that the great public are much indebted to him for the revolution in taste caused by his lectures on aesthetic colours. He broke down the prejudice to yellow. The artists followed him, and the public followed the artists.'Both lectures teem with interest, and I have no doubt they could be procured at Barr & Sons', King Street, Covent Garden; for if the demand was sufficient, Mr. Barr would probably reprint them.

I always think books devoted to one kind of plant very interesting. I bought last year 'The Clematis as a Garden Flower,' by Thomas Moore and George Jackson, of the Woking Nursery, 1872. At that time the clematis was very fashionable, now it is not grown enough or given the attention it deserves. In Messrs. Jackman's catalogue for 1902, they give an excellent description of how clematis should be cultivated. They also mention that the book I have just named has been republished, no doubt with newer information, for the price of 2s. 6d.

The suggestions as to the various uses to which the types of clematis may be applied would be very useful to the amateur. I. mention, elsewhere, a notable example I saw in Suffolk. I must say the illustrations in my old edition are in the worst form of mid-Victorian colour-printing and drawing.

Whenever I see in any old book catalogue a work by one of those indefatigable gardeners, Mr. and Mrs. Loudon, I always buy it.The last one I got is by Mrs. Loudon, and is called the 'Lady's Country Companion, or how to enjoy a country life rationally.'It is choke-full of information, also full of her bad taste in garden planting, has excellent teaching about bread and biscuit making, creamcheeses,&c.Her experience of goats seems to have been narrow, as was natural in the days before railways had drained the milk-supply of the country for the big towns, and also before the breeds of goats had been improved by foreign blood. We find them gentle, affectionate, and highly intelligent animals.Her information is so often picturesque as well as enlightening. For instance, she says of cabbages : 'The cabbage tribe isverymuchimproved by cultivation, but the plants containedinit require a greatdealof manureand frequent watering to make them succulent and good.It seemsstrange that such different plants as broccoli, cauliflowers, cabbages, Scotch greens, and savoys should all spring not only from one genus, but from one species, Brassica oleracea, which is, in fact, a British plant, and which, I have no doubt, you have seen growing on the cliffsofDover, thoughyou have no ideathata tall straggling plant with alternateleaves and very pretty flowers could be the wild cabbage.'

The Century Book of Gardening: a comprehensive work for every Lover of the Garden' (George Newnes, Limited). - This is a true title, and I think the book will prove most useful, helpful, and suggestive to anyone wishing to learn quickly and easily about gardening. I bound my copy in two volumes, as its bulk and weight are an objection. The photographic pictures, as usual, exaggerate size and distance, but they give a good impression of many gardens and help people to know what they want. The two long lists (one of shrubs and trees at p. 387, the other of herbaceous plants at p. 69) alone make the book worth possessing, and for those too idle to make their own lists as I recommend, marking these lists would be a way of cataloguing their garden.

After resisting the temptation for some years, I purchased the 'Illustrated Dictionary of Gardening : a Practical and Scientific Encyclopaedia of Horticulture for Gardeners and Botanists,' edited by Geo. Nicholson, A.L.S. - My copy is in eight volumes, which makes it easier to handle, but it is extraordinary how puzzling the alphabet can be when one wants 10 refer to a book of this kind. It is an endless joy to me, and no evening can be dull or lonely with one of these volumes to look at under one's lamp.

The Romance of Wild Flowers,' by Edward Step, 1899, was strongly recommended to me, and I got it. The appropriateness of the title strikes me every time I look into its fascinating pages, which have indeed much of the romantic lure which makes a reader forget everything else - even hunger - while the mind is held by a favourite book.

I have been reading lately, with profound interest, the little 'Memoire' of Grant Allen, which came out in 1900, when I had not the courage to send for it, because I wished so terribly that I could have sent it to my son, who had always been fond of Grant Allen's writings. It is a very genuine, well-told account of a most interesting character.To all who know his work, even partially like myself, Grant Allen is a personality, and his biographer quotes, with regard to him, the story of Henry III. and Montaigne.'I like your essays,' said the King.' Then, Sire, you'll like me.I am my essays.'so might Grant Allen have replied.My son and I knew nothing whatever of the man, and of his fiction I still know nothing, but in his other writings he brought home to the ignorant in a wonderful and charming manner his own long and deep study ofthenaturalsciences. Aletter ofhisfrom Jamaica ought to be deeply interesting to all Englishmen who have to deal with the great difficulty of how natives can be justly ruled.I am always being told this is done better by Englishmen than men of any other nation.But have we not also made huge mistakes, and have we not much to learn in the matter of just application of laws which cannot be equal between white men and black ? He is interesting, too, about the much-vaunted flora of the tropics. 'The fruits of which one hears so much are stringy and insipid; theflowersdon't grow; andthe "tropical vegetation"isa pure myth.'Thismay be slightly exaggerated, but I have always suspected something of the kind.He says, further, 'The tropics are the norma of nature - the way things mostly are and always have been.They represent to us the common condition of the whole world during by far the greater part of its entire existence; not only are they still, in the strictest sense,thebiological headquarters, theyarealsothe standard or central type by which we must explain all the rest of nature both in man and beast, in plant and animal.' All Allen's life seems to havebeen hampered by bad health and poverty, but the latter probably made him all he was.And when he was dying his last words to hi3 son were : 'I want no memorial over my remains; tell those who care for anything that I may have done to buy a copy of "Force and Energy." '

The whole of this 'Memoire ' to me is extraordinarily-touching, interesting, and inspiring. To have so little time left in which to learn is the true sadness of old age. On the first page, in Grant Allen's lovely little miniature writing, is the following: 'I don't know that any phrase or quotation has ever been of much use to me in life, but the two passages most frequently on my lips are probably these : What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? and

To live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear ; And, because right is right, to follow right, Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

Tennyson.' I never saw Grant Allen, but Mr. Clodd's book makes me intensely wish I had known him, and I think the book is what such a book should be, 'a faithful portrait of a most fascinating personality.'