We poor gardeners, among the many other frailties and weaknesses of human nature, have been denounced by some of the critics for having been all more or less touched by a yellow, scarlet, and blue mania. There may be some truth in the accusation, but there is certainly a great amount of nonsense written on this head. That these colours are indispensable, I think all will admit; and to such as require a really good yellow, I would advise them to try the golden Prince of Orange Calceolaria. I bedded it last season, and found it most superb in spite of the drought of summer: when Violas had not a bloom on them, it was literally a mass of flower, and continued to be so until the frost killed it. I used it last year, and it was the admiration of all who saw it; in fact, every one exclaimed, "What a splendid yellow!" It is very dwarf and compact, quite shrubby in its habit, a free grower, and has a large quantity of small trusses just raised above the foliage, and is of a most rich brilliant yellow.

I had the centre of some round beds last summer that you could not have pricked the point of your walking-stick into without touching the flowers in the whole bed, it was such a mass of bloom.

Thomas Speed. The Gardens, Chatsworth.