We have a number of letters in regard to this topic, but as they all cover much the same ground already occupied in our columns, it is hardly necessary to do more than re-state the whole case, and then let it rest. It is briefly this: It requires a great amount of intelligence and practical ability to be a first-class gardener, and it is very galling to such a person when he applies for what he has been led to believe is a first-class situation, to find that the advertiser's idea of a first-class gardener is that of a mere laborer, and one to work for mere laborer's wages. That is one side of the case.

The other side is where the owner of a place has a real love for gardening and wishes to enjoy its pleasures. He tries his best to get a man of intelligence and good common sense to boot, but does not quite know just where to find him. He becomes disgusted, and lets the place "run down." It is too costly and too annoying. It is quite as common an experience as the other.

But these experiences are common in every avenue of life. The lawyer, the physician, the clergyman, is either a quack himself or finds amazing ignorance where he expected good sense. Your tailor makes misfits, and the shoemaker warmly recommended to you as just the man, you find a botch of the worst grade. It does no good that we see to worry over these things. The only remedy in our case is for gardeners to learn all they can, and then try to get all that such learning may be worth, - and for employers to remember that the best is the cheapest every time, provided they have the means to pay for the best.