As many of our readers will remember, a West St Peter's Vine at Culford had a graft of Alicante put on to it, the branches of the latter variety being again furnished with grafts or inarches of, among other sorts, Trebbiano and Golden Champion. In course of time the Golden Champion was entirely cut away, but the rod of Trebbiano was believed by some to have produced, the following year, a bunch of Golden Champion. Mr Thomson of Tweed Vineyards, as well as many others, thought that those who believed this occurrence had made a mistake. In order to convince Mr Thomson of the truth of it, eyes of the erratic Vine were sent to him, one of which was in due course grafted on to a Muscat stock. The produce of this bud or graft was six bunches of what Mr Thomson and many others have no manner of doubt is Trebbiano Grape. This of course does not count for much, for ' The Gardeners' Chronicle' considers that in all probability only said bunches are Trebbiano, and one "competent authority" thinks it may be White Tokay. The eyes taken from the shoot that produced the Golden Champion at Culford died. Some may say, " And no wonder, after such a prodigious effort." However, its " apparition," it is hopefully expected, may appear again next year after a "season's rest." This is the age of surprises.

We have heard of a game the Americans term "per-hapses." This Grape case very much resembles it in its uncertainty. Perhaps Mr Thomson knows a Trebbiano from a Golden Champion or a Tokay when he sees it, and perhaps he does not. Perhaps the grapes he produced from the bud sent him were Tokays, and perhaps they were not. The Duke of Buccleuch Grape has been blamed for many evil ways, but never for starring it as a "ghosteses" in the provinces, although it has been so often murdered and put out of sight.

We are not quite done with the apparition yet, for it has appeared as large as life this year at Brayton Hall. This may account for its non-appearance elsewhere. At Brayton there is a bunch of Trebbiano with such enormously large berries, that we know of nothing so likely as that it should be mistaken for the Champion. When quite ripe, this bunch showed the tenderness of skin peculiar to Trebbiano and Golden Champion under certain conditions. The Vine at Brayton is on its own roots, and has never been inoculated! Mr Hammond does not seem the least uncertain or nervous about this apparition, and we must leave to a contemporary the task of trying to "diddle" him into the belief that his Vine has, so to speak, the voice of Esau and the hand of Jacob. Has any one ever seen the wood and foliage of one variety of Vine bear the fruit of another %