Mr. Tang's flower-garden, at Falcon Cottage, is formed in the bottom and on the sides of an old gravel pit or quarry; and is one of the most successful productions of the kind that we have ever seen. It is close by the public road, and, coming on it unexpectedly (for which pleasure we have to thank Mr. Taylor, the nurseryman at Preston), it struck us with admiration and delight. The first object that met our eye in the foreground was a cone, 10 or 12 ft. in diameter, and 6 or 8 ft. high, of Potentilla formosa; and the next, high up in the rocky bank, a mass, covering several square yards, of the dwarf white Campanula. To the right and left were masses of beautiful and rare flowers in blossom. The gate was ajar, though there was no person belonging to the garden in it; for here there is no dread of the public; and we walked in, sending a message to Mr. Tong. In threading our way through the intricacies of this enchanted garden, we found it planted with shrubs and plants for spring and autumn in such a manner as to render it gay all the year. Every new and rare plant which has been recommended in this Magazine is to be found here; and, what is most remarkable of all, Mr. Tong, who is chiefly his own gardener, and a good botanist, told us, that, three years ago, he knew only about half a dozen of the commonest flowers.
