When the death of one for whom the whole nation mourns is familiar to every reader through the daily press, it seems superfluous to dilate on an event about which the reader already well knows. It is well, however, to make a record in our pages of his death on the 8th of March, in his seventy-fourth year, and that horticulture has not for a long time lost a more earnest devotee than he. His influence on the increase of horticultural taste in our country has also been of the first order, and thousands have been brought through his examples and precepts to have a pleasure in gardening they would not have known had he never lived. His love of flowers was well exemplified by his wishes, faithfully carried out, that the only mourning for him should be in the shape of flowers. A chaplet of flowers, instead of the ordinary black grape, gave the usual door-bell notice that death reigned within the household, and flowers strewed the grave that held his dust. It will be long before humanity gets a brother who will be in such sympathy with its best longings, as Henry Ward Beecher; it will be long before humanity forgets the great debt of obligation it owes to the life of this great man.