In the February number of the Gardeners' Monthly there is a sketch of anlpomoea.which recalls to my mind the history of the plant as we first knew it. A few large, black seeds were given me in the spring of 1848, by a lady who said they were brought to Charleston by Bishop Boon, from China, where, if I remember correctly, he had lived as a missionary for several years. I planted the seeds at the foot of a tall tree growing in the yard of our house. About June the vines had climbed among the topmost branches and festooned themselves in all directions. One bright moonlight night we were amazed to see our tree resplendent with large white convolvulus-shaped flowers, most beautiful in the moonlight, in fact, our tree was the admiration of the neighborhood: Your correspondent says the flowers are about five inches in diameter; ours must have been fully seven. The vines flowered profusely; stood the summer heat perfectly, but the first frost was the death of them. Years passed; I lost sight of these lovely plants, and when two or three years ago I again met with them I was surprised to see how much they had deteriorated; both leaves and flowers were so much smaller than those I grew from the seeds brought from China.