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tire, but quite long enough to make you A change, too, has come over Lille and glad to listen to something new.

its gardens; but happily it is a change Many people are likely to pass through only in name, showing the transitory naLille this season, on their holiday trip; for ture of all things French. Lille, like most Lille is on the way to the Rhine and divers important towns, towards the close of the other pleasant places. If fond of garden- Second Empire, has been considerably deing, they may halt there with advantage molished, rebuilt, and enlarged. The result, for half a day or so. Lille can show gar- as it stands at present, is a happy comdens untouched by the ruin which has de- bination of the new with the old, still vasted those of Paris. Even supposing the in the way of further completion. Meanpoor Parc Monceaux put to rights again, while, the Rue Napoléon, really a noble who can forget that on that velvet sward street, has become the Rue Nationale, the so many men were fusillés, beneath that Boulevard de l'Impératrice is re-christened other smooth turf so many more were the Boulevard de la Liberté-O Liberty, buried, and though it is said they were what things have men done in thy name! taken away, they may be there still; that, the Jardin de l'Impératrice is now the on the edge of that flower-border, the Jardin de Vauban, and the Jardin de la wicked old woman sat down, refusing to Reine Hortense—well, I am not quite sure budge further, saying that if she was to that the Queen Hortense has been pushed be sbot, she might as well be shot there ?- aside to make way for any citoyen or and she was shot, together with her lame citoyenne. The really old streets and places husband, who begged her, by letting him retain their original names; and towns in hobble to the Place Vendôme, to prolong this part of France have often droll ones. his life by the length of that halting pil- Lille has a Rue des Chats Bossus, a street grimage. No; the gardens of Paris must of hump-backed cats, while Saint Omer still be haunted; their flowers, for a time, has a Rue de l'Ane Avengle, a blind ass must owe their brightness to having been street. Lille also coincides with Saint manured with human blood.

Omer and Dunkerque (though not quite Poor Parc Monceaux, once the trimmest to so great an extent) in lodging workof trim Parisian gardens; perhaps the most people in cellar dwellings. There are celhighly finished horticnltural gem in Europe; lar shops, even cellar flower-shops, cellar over-finished even, with the smooth elabo- restaurants, and cellar tippling - places. rate hardness of a Flemish still-life picture, Doth not Maria retail eatables by platefuls, or a bouquet of porcelain flowers ! One to be consumed subterraneously on the looked at it with the same sort of wonder- premises, if such be the true interpretation ing curiosity as is excited by Chinese carv- of “A la Cave Marie on donne à manger ings in ivory, or other efforts of patience par portion ?" Perhaps even this Maria, that have taken years to accomplish. Give like Šterne’s, may whisper to some favoured me rather a broad effective sketch by one customer,

" Thou shalt not leave me, of our landscape-gardeners, from Capability Sylvio.” Brown downwards. But there it was, com- The Grande Place of Lille is the small, paratively small, as one of the public walks but sightly heart and centre which gives in the centre of civilisation ; which small- the impulse to a wide-spread circulation ness tempted its managers, instead of mak- reaching extremities far beyond the circle ing it picturesque, to polish it up to the of fortifications. On market-days it used highest possible pitch, with grass - plots to be crowded ; but the erection of spacious

1 bright as any in the Emerald Isle, the result covered markets in different parts of the of perpetual watering with artificial dew, town, has relieved it of all inconvenient and with expensive plants lavished with a plethora or congestion. Walk from the profusion which was called reckless, until Grande Place up the Rue Nap-no, Nait was discovered that the public money tionale, and you will come to a public might be even more recklessly spent. What garden, to the right, which is a sort of presay you, for instance, to a bed of caladiums, face to the other gardens. Enter; look an oval guessed to be ten yards long by round; and criticise. five yards across at the middle, costing to The place is nicely kept, in respect to fill it from the most reasonable nursery- neatness; some of the combinations may man's, not much less than fifty pounds ? be taken as experimental in point of taste, All that was.

Fuit. It is only now be as all gardening must be, more or less. ginning to try hard to be once more its There is a bed of white-leaved centaury, former self.

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GARDENING AT LILLE.

[May 4, 1872.)

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dwarf geranium much in fashion in Paris feather pyrethrum, the one above and the before the war, with flowers approach other below. How do you like that oval ing the orange nasturtium in colour. mound of glaucous-green echeveria rosettes, Mem. I am trying as a substitute for this bordered with alternanthera, whose leaves centaury, both in masses and as a border, are beginning to assume the hue of badlya native seaside plant, the horned poppy, pickled red cabbage? It is a floral salmaGlaucium flavum or luteum, which has gundi, and decidedly curious. What do white, downy, deep-cut leaves, canary- you think of that fringe of begonias on the yellow flowers, and a curious long seed- shady side of a clump of shrubs ? How vessel, which gives it its name. This do you approve of the employment of horned poppy, being perfectly hardy, de- rhubarb as an ornamental plant ? Is it serves the patronage of amateurs and all not too suggestive of pudding and tart, to whom it may concern.

Collect the seed be made conspicuous in a place like this? during your seaside strolls; sow in the But as for that, you will see, in the town, open ground, and prick out the young angelica grown in boxes as a window plants where they are to remain.

plant-and a plant of dignified presence There is a bed of double geraniums- it is. scarlet Gloire de Nancy and pink-faced At the very entrance of the prefatory Madame Lemoinne ; but they don't tell as garden, you may remark both the economy bedding plants. In wet weather, the faded and the appropriateness of doing things heads of flowers, brown and mouldy, re- well on a large scale and by wholesale. main upheld by the withered stalks, like No doubt, both in private and public garused-up quids that had been tossed aside dens, you have seen beds and grass-plots after exhaustion by some brave militaire. bordered by willow branches bent into a The only remedy for this is hand-picking, low arch by sticking both of their ends in as soon as the flowers have lost their the ground. By planting the foot of one freshness.

arch in the middle of that preceding it, There

you behold a bed of pansies whose they are made to overlap each other, and flowers, singly, are good for little or nothing the border becomes continuous. It makes -ill-shaped, ill-marked, meagre, though of a neat and pretty edging, with the double a clear, honest blue—but which are pleas- disadvantage that, if the willow twigs die, ingly effective as a whole, because they are they rot, and if they don't die, they grow. all the same variety, and of the same iden. In either case, neatness and regularity tical tint. Compare this with any col. soon disappear. Here, and in the other lection of pansies (in which the object is Lillois gardens, the walks, beds, and lawns to have the flowers as varied as possible), are bordered by a similar edging; only as seen from a distance, which you may instead of perishable or sprouting willow remember beholding, and you will learn twigs, it is made of durable cast iron. The though perhaps you knew it before-that colour acquired by exposure to the weather mixed and parti-coloured pansies (that is, is not unlike that of seasoned bark, and the either of diverse colours in each flower, or knots and natural roughnesses are imitated a mixture of different self-coloured flowers in the castings. in the same bed), produce no effect beyond This edging gives great finish to the that of a dingy patch upon the grass. To grounds at an expense which must be obtain from them any satisfactory result, moderate, considering the enormous quanin masses, you must combine, either in tity employed. In Paris, not only the Bois beds or in ribbons, selfs of the same iden- de Boulogne, but the Buttes Chaumont, tical hue.

the Parc Monceaux, and other public parks In fact, one object in visiting gardens and gardens, were edged with the very like this, is to study the effects of expe- same material cast in similar pattern. rimental combinations of vegetable hues, Miles upon miles of it must have been and to glean hints respecting horticultural manufactured for that purpose. It would contrasts—to learn what low trailing plant have been curious to calculate how many will make a suitable carpet and under- hundred thousand tons of metal were then growth beneath taller specimens; what absorbed merely in edging the promenades foliage-border will best become what middle of Paris. of flowers. Those broad patches of grey After due attention paid to our horticulproduce their effect; so do those tufts of tural preface, on leaving it we have only variegated-leaved dahlias; so does that com- to cross a road to reach the plot of gardenbination of india-rubber shrubs and golden-ground named after the Queen Hortense. A little maiden crosses with us, a girl of the shop keepers) employ the same to set off period and of the place, knitting her own cream-cheeses and half-salt sardines. In stockings with such absorbed earnestness fact, fern-fronds are the outward and visible that the ball of worsted falls from her pocket sign of the delicacies to be obtained in unobserved, and, sticking in a bush, unrolls what we should call “Italian warehouses." a clue which promises to thread the way Note that some of the names Queen Horto some Fair Rosamond's bower. We tense has given to her ferns, have become inform her of the accident; at which she a little antiquated, and are not according gaily retraces her steps, and succeeds in to Thomas Moore, F.L.S. Never mind rewinding her yarn untangled, before it that; an acquaintance with synonyms is gets broken by passing carts and donkeys. part of an amateur's bounden duty. She then calmly resumes her walk and her Another road to cross, and you step at work, evidently quite as prond of herself once into what was the Jardin de l'Impéas the smart, long-pinafored bourgeois ratrice, until untoward events deprived it, children, sent out to take the air with their or her, of that honour. For whose was the attendant bonne.

loss; the garden's or the empress's ? It is The area laid out under the invocation of now Vauban's Garden, the military genius Hortense Beauharnais, is devoted to utility who planned the citadel of Lille and other -in unconscious irony of that lady's life, famous strongholds. To prevent the visitor's who was supposed to have a predilection for making any mistake about the matter, at the ornamental. It is chopped up into small the very entrance he is confronted by a patches, which might serve as schoolboys' huge bed of Mrs. Pollock geranium carpeted or old pensioners' gardens, only that every with blue lobelias, on whose side, facing plant is labelled, and you find that the the entrance, the name of the individual object is, if not exactly botany, at least the to whose memory this park has been rerecognition of a certain number of plants. consecrated, namely, J. VAUBAN, is hortiAnd it is good to know the individual culturally inscribed in giant letters, comaspect of the vegetables which supply those posed of sea-green asterisks of echeveria easily convertible articles, poison and me- embroidered on a red-brown ground of dicine-henbane, belladonna, bittersweet, alternanthera. nightshade, foxglove ; the Socratic, nar- Here again we have the Parc Monceaux cotic, large, land hemlock, and the still style carried out with the most elaborate more virulent water hemlock. It is good finish; for the town of Lille is passing rich, to know plants which may be, though and willing to spend its money on what it they are not commonly, turned to use, and thinks money's worth—and surely a handwhich may be, though prejudice often pre- some public garden may be included in that rents their being eaten-good King Henry category. Workmen are encouraged to spinach and sowthistle salad, the latter, “fiddle away their time" on minutiæ that according to Evelyn, “exceedingly wel- would elsewhere be disregarded. Look at come to the late Morocco ambassador," that stalwart fellow in a blue linen coat, cutand consumed at the present day with ting the narrow grass border with his relish in the South of France. I fancy pocket-knife. He will not have one blade of that watercress is the only wild salad grass anywhere a quarter of an inch longer eaten in England; on the Continent, the than another elsewhere. Observe that borlist is of a certain length.

der of Géant des Batailles roses, with every One of the first things Queen Hortense branch pegged down close to the ground, presents you with is a small collection of so that the flowers look like big red daisies hardy ferns. There is a Lomaria crenulata, peeping just above the dark green foliage. small and pretty, which deserves extended Opposite are borders of Souvenir de Malpatronage. For the rest, there they are, maison and Aimée Vibert (both white old familiar friends, “ sitting for their pic- roses), treated in the same way. The effect tures,” as they say in jail of a new-come is pretty ; but what endless pegging and prisoner, to the passing public, most of trimming it necessitates! High keeping whom only care to know that the common is spread over the place, like a mantle

. bracken (not so easy as you may think to Nevertheless, certain overworked points transplant into your garden) makes a made me think of a perfectly-clipped poodle pleasant and wholesome stuffing for beds ; dog, with his close-shorn reins, his curly that small fronds of the young male fern mane, and the imperial tuft at the tip of his fringe the outside of a bouquet with suf- tail. ficient elegance; and that charcutiers (ham- Analogous in design and execution is

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the artificial brook crossed by stepping- with potatoes and turnips than with cannonstones, which you cannot fancy to be a balls. For the gallant gardeners, pacific mountain stream, however hard you try virtue proves its own reward. They gain Idem of the artificial rock and cavern hung both an appetite and the means of satiswith made stalactites which close the scene, fying it. also admitting the water between stepping- If your day at Lille is still too long, stones, to aid little boys in their search there is an ever-ready resource at hand after sticklebacks. Of the beds, “massifs,” for exploring the unknown in a foreign gaudy or grey, interspersed about the land, of which I often avail myself with park, I would diffidently observe that they advantage. Look out for any long-course are too high, too much like puddings boiled omnibus, no matter whither it goes, for all in a mould, or cakes richly decorated by is new to you. There are always some the confectioner. If you cut into them standing here near the Hôtel de Ville. with a spade, you would expect to find Mount on its top; let it take you as far as them filled with mince-meat or venison it will, and then let it take you

back again. pasty. At public rejoicings, the town The penetrative power of the omnibus might convert them into sausage-rolls of is something wonderful. As Herschel Garagantuan proportions.

sounded the heavens with his telescope, Beyond the ci-devant Jardin de l'Impé- you may sound terræ incognitæ by means ratrice, Lille has also its Bois de Boulogne, of your omnibus. a welcome walk or drive on a summer A welcome refuge on a rainy afternoon evening. But, s'il vous plait, as my cab- may be found in the picture galleries in the man says to his horse, don't neglect to be Hôtel de Ville. The Museum of Natural wheeled, at a walking pace, along the History is in the Lycée, once Imperial. Esplanade, with its rows of lime-trees Among the pictures are some good and hung with balmy flowers. Of all town-curious originals, and not a few fair copies avenue trees, give me the lime, so sweet of world-renowned paintings. Good copies, and so wholesome. Neither the sterile like good engravings, are always instrucelm, ever gnawed by beetle-grubs, nor the tive. Besides which, the visitor feels less acrid horse-chestnut, shabby before summer insulted by a picture labelled,“ D'après is closed, can compete with the perfumed So-and-so," than by an impudent daub health-giving lime. Is not a tisane, or calling itself Titian or Raphael. The ptisane, of lime blossoms the most recti. drawings and studies by masters, old and fying and restorative of all French herb- new, are deserving of a careful inspecdrinks ? When the tree is cut down, does tion. There are two pictures (Nos. 104 and not its wood evoke sweet music when 105), signed G. Courbet, the demolisher made into pianoforte keys—and played on of the endôme Column. Would it surby a cunning player ?

prise him if some avenger of the column Lille also possesses gardens not orna- were to put his foot through each of those mental, of a kind happily not common in pictures ? Great Britain, our area not being studded with fortified towns. They are in a low style of art, for they are in a hole. Lille bas

OLD LOVE. a citadel renowned for its strength; the The broad sword loses its glitter strength of the citadel lies partly in its As it hangs in the ancient hall,

Rusted and blunt grows the keen-edged blade, ditches, which can be filled with water in

That once so gallant a champion made, time of need; but which, when nothing As it gleamed from the castle wall. presses, are dry, with only a little run of

The jewel loses its lustre water creeping slowly along their middle. As it lies in its velvet nest; The soldiers, tired of war's alarms, seek Till dull and dim is the good red gold, their relief in cultivating as kitchen gar

That showed such a royal light of old,

As it flashed from a beauty's breast. dens the bottoms of these military ditches, which are enriched with sundry and divers

The blue eye loses its power

As age comes creeping on; deposits. Discarding the glories of their

The fair form droops from its stately grace, uniform, except their kepi and their madder- The roses fly from the care-worn face, dyed pantaloons, they dig, and hoe, and The charm from the trembling tone. plant, and weed, till the earth gives such The colour fades from the canvas, glorious crops of vegetables as ought to The magic from ging rhyme, make the old brick walls of the fortress

Now, is there a joy in this world of ours,

Riches, or glories, or hopes, or flowers, smile and say, they had rather be pelted But dies at the touch of Time ?

Ay, Love in his pure serenity

were even red splashes on the vault of the Can the pitiless spell defy, For tears cannot drown, nor absence dim,

ceiling nine or ten feet from the floor. It And death itself may not conquer him,

was evident to all that the murderer had For true love never can die.

attacked the corn-chandler as he sat over his beer at the stove, smoking his pipe,

and killed him unawares. TI drawer of OLD STORIES RE-TOLD.

a commode up-stairs was pulled out, the IMPRISONED FOR LIFE.

doors of two cupboards in an adjoining At six o'clock on the morning of Thurs- room were open, and clothes lay scattered day, the 21st of September, 1820, passers- on the floor. But the murderer must have by were surprised to see that the shutters of been hurried, for several presses had not the shop of Christopher Bäumler, a well-to- been touched, a gold repeater and several do corn-chandler, who kept a brandy shop silver ornaments were left, and even in those near St. Laurence's Church, in the Königs- drawers which had been opened some trasse, Nüremberg, were singularly enough valuables still remained. The murderer still

up. As Bäumler was a thrifty bustling had evidently not ventured far up-stairs, man, who usually flung open his doors as for the rooms on the second floor were in early as four to accommodate waggoners | their usual state. Near the entrance door and carters arriving for the early markets, lay two newly-baked rolls. a crowd, half curious, half alarmed, soon To enable our readers the better to collected round the house. Friends and realise the crime that had been perpetrated, neighbours rang, but no one answered. At it will be necessary for us to describe the last some of the younger and more impe- Nüremberg corn-chandler's shop more mituous obtained permission of the police, nutely. The room, lined with shelves and and, planting a ladder, ascended and forced chests, and about sixteen feet long, was lit open a first-floor window.

Some evil by a large bow window, which also adagency had evidently been at work, for mitted light to the little window of a drawers, chests, and closets had been burst small inner parlour. The shop door, as open, and evidently by a robber. Evil usual at that period in Nüremberg, was agency, indeed, for hurrying down-stairs formed of two flaps that fastened back and going into the shop they discovered in the daytime, and were replaced by a in a corner close to the door the bloody movable glass door. A bell over the en. corpse of Schütz, Bäumler’s only maid. trance was so placed as to ring whenever servant, and in the parlour, near the stove, either the glass or the wooden door was the corn-chandler himself, dead, with his pushed open. This mysterious murder skull crushed in.

resembled in many points the terrific Between two bins of meal and salt the murder in Ratcliffe-highway, and all Nü. servant was lying on her back with her remberg was paralysed to think of wretches head shattered, and her feet, which had no capable of such deeds being still undisshoes on, turned towards the door. Her covered in their midst. face and clothes, the floor, the two bins, A baker, named Stiedhof, who lived and the wall, were sprinkled with blood. near the scene of the murder, at once Not far from the body a small comb was came forward to inform the police that picked up, and a little further on there Bäumler's maid had bought two halfwere some fragments of another. In the penny rolls at his shop the evening be very

furthest corner of the parlour, which fore, at rather more than a quarter before was furnished with table and benches for ten. His wife remembered recognising customers who came to drink, and between the girl just as she was going away, and the stove and a small table, the shuddering asked her if there were customers at her neighbours found the body of poor Bäumler master's. The girl replied sulkily, vexed stretched on his back, the head resting on at being sent out so late, “Yes, there are a small overturned stool. A pipe, and a few fellows still there." As the girl several small coins, lay near the body, as left, the baker's wife looked out of the winif the murderer had dropped them when dow into the street, and remarked to her rifling the corn-chandler's pocket, which people how deadly silent it was. It was eviwas turned inside out, and stained red by dent from this that the murder of the girl the cruel hands that had evidently ran- must have taken place on her return to her sacked it for money and for keys. The master's house with the rolls, and that floor, stove, and wall were covered with Bäumler must have been murdered during blood, the stool was saturated, and there her absence. Bäumler did not usually close

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