I always read the pleasant pages of your Horticulturist with much satisfaction, and have often thought I would constitute myself your English correspondent; not that I can give you much news, unless it is about our well-known English subject, the weather, still, as I fully believe there are many of your readers still interested in the "old country," I will occasionally, with permission, give you a little gossip. Our spring commenced this year toward the end of February, and all through March and April the weather was bright, sunny, and delightful - quite a poet's spring. On the 25th of the latter month, a sudden severe frost paid us a visit; the thermometer in all the counties around London descended to 24° and 25°; and all was desolate. The Pears and Plums had set a prodigious crop of fruit - never was anything seen like it - showing how favorable bright, cold, dry weather is for the blossoming and setting of fruit, - for previous to this severe frost the nights had been cold, with two, three, and four degrees of frost, but they were dry and dewless. The spring had been so fine and sunny, that Fig trees, Oaks, and many other late-leafing that at this present time (June 12) they are not so much advanced as they were then.

For the last seven years we have had these visitations, so that we begin to think we are never again to have an abundant fruit season. I have industriously raised from seed, and imported all the new Pears, and really did hope to be able this season to give to the world a few anecdotes of new Pears; one nicely sheltered square of trees, two hundred sorts, all quite new, gave me great delight, as they were full of fruit: but all are gone.

I had some fine fruit of the Beurre Clairgeau sent to me last December. It reminded me much of Beurre Bosc, being nearly of the same color, but larger and handsomer. In the firmness of its flesh it was also like that fine Pear, being scarcely melting. Its flavor was very peculiar - unlike any Pear I ever tasted; but this may have been from its having been packed for a fortnight; yet other Pears packed in the same box had no peculiarity, so that it must be in the Pear itself. It was not exactly disagreeable, and it is quite possible, such is the variation of taste, that it may prove very agreeable to some palates.

I have not seen the Pear Prevost noticed in your journal. This is one of the hardiest and handsomest of the new Pears, of moderate size, and a prodigious bearer. Buds inserted in Quince stocks in August, 1852, bore clusters of fruit in 1853. This I have never seen in any other Pear. It keeps well; I have at this moment some sound fruit in my cellar; but, like all the very late Pears (or it may have been our cold season last year), it is scarcely half melting, and its flavor is musky.

Laure de Glymes is another very hardy Pear, its fruit very handsome, ripening in September and October; but it is only so-so, instead of being "exquis," as stated by M. BIVORT.

Now I am upon Pears, let me advise your amateurs to keep the pips of every sort they sow, named and distinct; it is quite interesting to observe the different races, and how they adhere to the characteristics of their parents. In this way I have raised seedlings from our Ne plus Meuris [this sort does not appear to be known on the continent, as Beurre d'Anjou there bears this name; and by the way, ours is the best very late Pear yet known;] which in habit are exactly like their parent, and some of them have borne fruit of the same exact resemblance, only they were not so good, and would not keep. According to the theory of Van Mons - for it is one of his seedlings - I ought to have had something better than its parent; and so keep on progressing, by raising seedlings from seedlings, till perfection in keeping, size, and flavor, is attained. How pleasant it would be if we could thus, by perseverance, obtain Pears as big as Pumpkins, and keeping seven years. My seedlings from Beurre d'Aremberg, Passe Colmar, and some others, nearly all have the habits of their parents in their leaves and shoots; but I observe here and there a plant which diverges in having thorny, vigorous shoots, and large leaves. These give me hope.

It appears to me - and I am no chicken in horticulture - that in raising seedling flowers and fruits, nature allows us to attain a certain point of perfection, and then retrogrades. Some years ago I raised some seedlings from Hacon's Incomparable Pear, from the original tree which I knew to be a seedling raised in the memory of persons then living. As this sort is pendulous in its growth, and its shoots inclined to canker, I hoped to raise a better grower, with fruit at least equal to its parent The seedlings bore fruit large, yellow, and I think the handsomest Pears I ever saw. Instead, however, of keeping till the end of December, and being buttery and delicious (for in England this is a very fine Pear), they ripened in October, and were so execrable in flavor as to be entirely uneatable. Again, if seedlings are raised from the Geant des Batailles Rose (and we all know how desirable a Rose of the size and form of La Seine would be with the color of the Geant), the seedlings in almost all cases prove inferior to the parent Perhaps out of 1000 one or two, or three, may be found pretty good, or indeed very good, but no improvement on the parent - no La Heine with the dazzling scarlet of the Geant. The old dame, Nature, seems to step in and say, "Gentlemen, I have allowed you to go far enough in this instance; try your hand on something else," Still, we ought to persevere; for new Roses and new Pears will now and then reward the grower.

They are generally the offspring of chance, and amply repay him for years of toil and trouble. But then, perseverance in gardening is not toil, and disappointment is not trouble; the latter is merely an incentive to "try again".

The time is rapidly approaching when we shall expect more from our Pear trees than we do at present; we shall not be contented simply with a good Pear, but the tree must be hardy, a free grower, and, above all, inclined to form a handsome pyramid - an ornament to our gardens, as well as useful. We must not stop till this is attained. At present, the grandest tree of all Pears for a pyramid is the Vicar of Winkfield. It is really a superb ornament, either for the lawn or kitchen garden, both, in spring when in bloom, and in summer when covered with its magnificent-looking fruit I allude to it only on the Quince stock; on the Pear stock I have never seen it grown so vigorously, or with such uniformity. Here its fruit is only fit for the kitchen, as it is vapid and deficient in flavor. The following varieties, all first rate Pears, may also occupy places either on the lawn or the dressed kitchen garden, as they all form very handsome pyramids: Louise Bonne de Jersey, Zephirin Gregoire, Conseiller Ranwez, Alexandrine Lambre, Baronne de Mello, Beurre d'Aremberg, Doyenne Robin, White Doyenne, Grey Doyenne, and Beurre Hardy. To those who delight in cultivating handsome pyramids, these will give much pleasure.