Aug, 2—A fine plant.of the night-blooming Cereus (Selenicereus grandiflorus) must be feeling very disappointed these days; that is, if plants can feel disappointed. It was covered with buds à week ego and taken down to Hayim's garden for display on "British night," July 30 when it was a gorveoug sight: but unfartunatelv the performance of "Moonlight Follies" had to be postponed that night owing to rain end the plant bloomed, unseen by many hundreds of people who w should have liked to have seen admiring its beauty. There are many who have not seen this nocturnal blooming plant in flower and we have always considered it o great pity that such gorgeous pure white flowers. over six inches across. should remain open for a few hours only, However. we might be able to find another plant somewhere in town that may be willing to oblige us with a display óne night: the one we had ready had twelve flowers open a the same time, but there are several larger specimens here and if only one of them could be persuaded to flower just when we want it to do. we shall all be happy: It appears that bees can be cheated sometimes; several plants of the Trumpet vine were recently made to appear still more attractive by adding a large number of mmitificial flowers on the vines and Wwe noticed on several occasions. that bees alighted on the flowers only to fly away again almost immediately with a shrug of their shoulders. We were rather at a loss to understand a telephone conversation the other day. We were ordering red. white and blue flowers and wer, s hai On to be the Chinese Bellflower (J before growth commences during the Galene saith, "Much music marreth
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