In the Garden I have had so much pleasure this
summer in watching red roses bloom high up in hollies, Lombardy poplars and even apple trees that I cannot but wonder why more climbers are not given such congenial support. They cannot do much harm, and are always exceedingly lovely. For my- self I add the honeysuckle, but that is of course abhorred of foresters, and it certainly can groove a trunk, even of so stout a wood as birch. It is an attraction, difficult to resist, to introduce wild plants into the garden. but it is dangerous. Most of them become overweening. I repent even a pink and a white mallow ; and have been grievously punished by the tormentil and dogs'-mercury. However some few succeed. The yellow loose-stripe is of real value. So, to my partial eyes, are betony and harebell and ling and, among bushes, the guelders. The spindle seemed to be, but it became the most hospitable host of the black-fly