PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 109. OCTOBER 12, 1895. [Illustration: TRUE LIBERALITY. _Old Millionaire._ "GEORGE, I'VE JUST SENT A GUINEA TO THE 'BALACLAVA VETERANS' HOME.'" _His only Son and Heir._ "A _GUINEA_, FATHER? WHY, _I_'VE SENT MORE THAN THAT, OUT OF MY MISERABLE HALF-PAY!" _O. M._ "AH, BUT _YOU_'VE GOT GREAT EXPECTATIONS, GEORGE. _I_'VE GOT NONE!"] * * * * * A GRAND OLD GARDENER. ["Through the death of Mr. PETER GRIEVE we have lost one of our best-known landscape gardeners, also a distinguished hybridest and cross-breeder."--_Daily Chronicle._] Good gardeners grieve for Mr. PETER GRIEVE, Who landscape-gardening art has had to leave, To our regret. Hybridest and cross-breeder, He in the Garden-World was a great leader. "Suffolk Sir JOSEPH PAXTON" he was called. From many an English garden, snugly walled And florally embellished, plaints will come. He many a zonal pelargonium, Double petunia, and other blossom, Has left, of a new race, to deck earth's bosom. Better than selfish climb to place and power It is to bless our world with a new flower. Better than many Tsars, depend upon it, This Floral King deserves an ode or sonnet. PETER THE GREAT _was_ great, but one lived later Whom sorrowing _Punch_ dares dub "PETER THE GREATER!" * * * * * "THE CULTIVATION OF BEES."--SIR,--I see this subject taken up in the _Standard_, but have not had time to peruse the correspondence. I doubt whether bees can be cultivated. I have seen a Learned Pig, Clever Cats, Industrious Hoppers, all thoroughly trained; but never have I come across a Cultivated Bee. The bee is too busy as a worker even to have the leisure which cultivation requires. I have heard of a bee getting so far in his education as to become a "Spelling Bee." But even the "Spelling Bees" seem to have had their day and died out. Yours, A HUM FROM THE HUMMUMS. * * * * * LETTERS TO A FIANCÉE. MY DEAR GLADYS,--I think your ARTHUR the ideal person to be engaged to. He's serious, you say--he dislikes flippancy--he's inclined to be literal. Well, surely that's better than being a clown, a buffoon, a mere jester, a Court Fool! How tired you'd get of the cap and bells! of having to laugh, all through life, at your husband's jokes! ARTHUR is sensible; calm in his affection. Is that a reproach? Should you like a "Once-on-board-the-lugger-and-the-girl-is-mine" sort of villain as a lover? Or a "ladies' man"--a warbler of love-songs--a universal provider of compliments, flowers, pretty speeches,--a very WHITELY of gallantry? You'd be bored to death: and dreadfully jealous as well.