There is a Botanic Garden at Bhagulpore, which owes its origin to Major Napleton.  I have been unable to obtain any information regarding its present condition.  A good Botanic Garden has been already established in the Punjab, where there is also an Agricultural and Horticultural Society.

I regret that it should have been deemed necessary to make stupid pedants of Hindu malees by providing them with a classical nomenclature for plants.  Hindostanee names would have answered the purpose just as well.  The natives make a sad mess of our simplest English names, but their Greek must be Greek indeed!  A Quarterly Reviewer observes that Miss Mitford has found it difficult to make the maurandias and alstraemerias and eschxholtzias—­the commonest flowers of our modern garden—­look passable even in prose.  But what are these, he asks, to the pollopostemonopetalae and eleutheroromacrostemones of Wachendorf, with such daily additions as the native name of iztactepotzacuxochitl icohueyo, or the more classical ponderosity of Erisymum Peroffskyanum.

—­like the verbum Graecum Spermagoraiolekitholakanopolides, Words that should only be said upon holidays, When one has nothing else to do.

If these names are unpronounceable even by Europeans, what would the poor Hindu malee make of them?  The pedantry of some of our scientific Botanists is something marvellous.  One would think that a love of flowers must produce or imply a taste for simplicity and nature in all things.[127]

As by way of encouragement to the native gardeners—­to enable them to dispose of the floral produce of their gardens at a fair price—­the Horticultural Society has withdrawn from the public the indulgence of gratuitous supplies of plants, it would be as well if some men of taste were to instruct these native nursery-men how to lay out their grounds, (as their fellow-traders do at home,) with some regard to neatness, cleanliness and order.  These flower-merchants, and even the common malees, should also be instructed, I think, how to make up a decent bouquet, for if it be possible to render the most elegant things in the creation offensive to the eye of taste, that object is assuredly very completely effected by these swarthy artists when they arrange, with such worse than Dutch precision and formality, the ill-selected, ill-arranged, and tightly bound treasures of the parterre for the classical vases of their British masters.  I am often vexed to observe the idleness or apathy which suffers such atrocities as these specimens of Indian taste to disgrace the drawing-rooms of the City of Palaces.  This is quite inexcusable in a family where there are feminine hands for the truly graceful and congenial task of selecting and arranging the daily supply of garden decorations.  A young lady—­“herself a fairer flower”—­is rarely exhibited to a loving eye in a more delightful point of view than when her delicate and dainty fingers are so employed.