ot unmerited, sent in her subscription of
five guineas towards the construction of the building, and intimated
her intention of sending in some specimens of her own works. She
was immediately assigned a most elegant site for her display on the
ground floor, in the avenue near the fountain.

Nothing could be more consonant to her wishes, and she forthwith
sent in her pedestals and minor portions of framework, etc. Some
time since, however, on questioning this gentleman as to the
certainty of her getting the desired position, she was astonished at
being told she must send her articles to No. 29, _in the gallery_.
This she refused to do, and the consequence has been that the
Exhibition has been deprived of some of its rarest specimens of art.
The reason Mrs. Peachey assigns for not sending her works to the
gallery is the impracticability of their being carried up stairs
without being, from their extreme fragility, seriously injured,
perhaps mutilated. Even were they to be slung up by tackle, she says
they would be subject to the same risk, and her two principal works,
viz.--an enormous bouquet of the most exquisitely modelled flowers,
and a gigantic vase of fruit, she values at no less a sum than
L1000.--_Sunday Times._

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A visit to Rathbone-place, is a stepping from the ordinary
exhibitions of mere art to a miniature garden, in which may be seen
grouped together the beautiful flowers and fruits of every season
and every clime. We shall not attempt to describe with too nice
minuteness the wonderful creations of this gifted lady's hand, but
freely give our impressions as they came on our inspection of these
completions--these perfections of art.

To name all the blushing subjects so fairly representing the rich
and wide domain of Flora, would be far less easy of accomplishment,
of enumeration, than to say that queen roses--the English rose--the
delicate, the beautifully clothed lily--the crimson fuchsia--the
acacia, and gorgeous tulip--the Victoria Regia, in all its stages of
development, bud, blossom, flower,--were as the realities of stilly
life, which seemed to say, in the expressive language of
flowers--"put aside from us our glassy veils, remove our crystal
shrines, that we may nod kisses to the wooing zephyrs."

Pomona, too, was th