The writer of the brief sketch in the last number, was not without some fear that it might be considered partial, as being dictated as much by affection as public merit. He has therefore thought it might not be without interest to the reader to copy the following from the pen of the Reverend Henry Ew-bank, the well known writer on flower garden culture, to the London Garden, of Now 11th, 1882;

"This neighborhood has just now sustained a loss which, I think, should have a tributary notice in your columns. I refer to the death of Mr. Edward Meehan a few days ago at the ripe age of eighty-four years. For more than half a century he has been in charge of the beautiful gardens at St. Clare, which are rather more than a mile from Ryde. For considerably more than forty years he was in the service of the late Colonel Francis Vernon Harcourt, formerly member for the Isle of Wight, and latterly he has been in that of his brother, Mr. Egerton Vernon Harcourt. Mr. Meehan has passed away from us among the sincere regrets of his numerous friends in this place. It was impossible to know him without forming a great regard for him. He had a kindly open-hearted sort of way which was very attractive. But it is more especially as a gardener and very devoted lover of flowers that this reference is made to him. Mr. Meehan lived for his trees and his plants, and they paid him back in full. It was very interesting to walk with him through one of the most beautiful gardens in the kingdom - his own creation under his master's eye at St. Clare - and to hear him tell how fifty years ago he turned out some magnificent tree - when yet a sapling - from a small pot, or planted some striking shrub which has now attained to great size.

There is a Pinus insignis in these grounds which looks as though a century had passed over its head, and which Mr. Meehan remembered when it was only a foot high. And in addition to this a Judas tree, which is quite worthy of the environs of Smyrna itself; a Paulownia imperialis, which is smothered in a cloud of innumerable bluish blossoms in early spring; an Edwardsia grandiflora whrich grows over the south side of the house in golden profusion; Fuchsias which are now of towering dimensions; Myrtle trees in abundance; Magnolias which seem to have been cheated into a belief that they are in the Southern States of America; Camellias doing well in the open air; Rhododendrons that must be from twelve feet to fifteen feet high, and which arch over one's head, so as to form a canopy over a broad gravel path; some Arbutuses of the rarest sorts - all these and other things far too numerous for mention in this place, were for many years the subjects of his fostering care, and they were like children in his hands.

But it is also as a successful grower of roses, and the winner of the highest prizes at the local shows, that Mr. Meehan will be remembered in the Isle of Wight. The rose was his favorite flower, and no one could permanently wrest from him the supremacy to which he attained in cultivating it. The St. Clare stand for cut blossoms used to be unrivalled in its way, and a very enchanting sight it was when it had just been set up with the greatest assiduity and skill. But all this has now come to an end. The trees and shrubs will not be less beautiful in the gardens of St. Clare than they have been in bygone years, but the voice of the interpreter will no more be heard among them. Mr. Meehan had a strong scientific turn about him, as well as much practical knowledge. In his early days he was very fond of the study of botany, and he gave a great deal of time to it. It was curious to note how, when mind and memory failed him towards the close of his life, the sight of a favorite flower seemed to quicken his drooping faculties at once. When he had begun to take little notice of what was passing around him, and old and familiar things were slipping from his grasp, he was often able to give with accuracy the botanical name of a plant, and to say a good deal about it.

His kind employers, Mr. and Mrs. Egerton Harcourt, knew full well how to bring a smile on the old man's face. The best roses of the season were the truest cordials for him, and they were freely sent to him. Quite up to the end roses and other choice flowers were strewn in profusion over his bed, and he seemed to be all the happier for the solace they gave him. His was no perfunctory round of duties carried on for a livelihood, and only for that; it was the devotion of mind and heart to a favorite study of which he never tired through life. It should be noted here that Mr. Meehan has handed on the torch of science to his son, Professor Meehan, a well-known botanist of the United States, and editor of the Gardeners' Monthly, a valuable work on American horticulture. He has left behind him a family of several grown-up sons and daughters, and more than one of them is treading in his steps. The gardening fraternity have as-suredlv sustained an immense loss in his death, and the Isle of Wight in everything that has to do with trees or plants will not soon meet with his equal."

Another correspondent adds:

"'H. E.,' in his obituary of the late Mr. Edward Meehan, omitted to mention that he is succeeded by his son, Mr. Charles Meehan, as gardener at St. Clare. The latter is a devoted horticulturist, and has many of those genial qualities so happily possessed by his late much lamented father. - F. E. Goudgc, Clapton"

Mr. Falconer writes : " Well do I remember the lamented father of the Editor years ago. On visiting St. Clare, I met him there, a tall and genial gentleman, lithe and active, and an enthusiast in his garden. It was there I saw for the first time a multitude of plants growing out of doors that I had used to know only as inmates of greenhouses. And he was keen to tell their history to the boy, and I as eager to glean the information from his patriarchal lips, for he had then passed threescore and ten. I was in England in November when I read his obituary in the Garden. I was grieved to lose him, and disappointed in thus being unable to meet him, for I was going to the Isle of Wight, and intended visiting him."