Some thirty or forty years ago, when large numbers of wealthy and enthusiastic amateurs had fine gardens within a dozen miles of the heart of the city, and the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society was wealthy and prosperous enough to have grand monthly exhibitions equal in extent and beauty to many annual ones, the gardener to Robert Cornelius, gardener to Caleb Cope, and gardener to Joshua Longstreth, held their ground in severe competitions with numerous antagonists, and the three usually got away with the lion's share of the premiums. When we we read old volumes of the Horticulturist and other magazines of the period, the name of Donald McQueen, gardener to Joshua Longstreth, is of continual occurrence. Philadelphia now stands on 129 square miles of land, and the beautiful grounds of Joshua Longstreth, as well as so many more, are now mere city lots and built over. Mr. McQueen got into business in the suburbs, as a florist and landscape gardener, and meeting and receiving the respect and confidence of all who knew him, managed to get into a very good and successful business. His conscientious desire to do justice, led him to fret and worry when over-pressed with work, until his mind became evidently affected.

An extra amount of good business was flowing towards him this season, and wondering how he would get through with it all creditably, completely overturned his brain, and he died by his own hand, on the 14th of February, in the 63d year of his age. It will be sad news to his many friends, numbers of whom are scattered over the Union.