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scape gardener at Farmers' College, like a miniature mountain, closes 

 the vista of the main avenue. Lesser meandering avenues, like 

 Milton's " Lydian airs," 



" with many a winding bout 



Of linked sweetness long drawn out," 



lead the visitor around among fruits and flowers and grains and veg- 

 etables interspersed with beauties of Art, and adorned with statuary, 

 while the air is kept fresh and genial by numerous smaller fountains 

 and jets d'eau that send up their sparkling contributions to enliven 

 the gladsome scene. Passing along, the names of Heaver, Sayres, 

 Kelly, Cook, Jackson are seen on premium cards that modestly neh'- 

 tle among the foliage of green-house slants, which are crowned with 

 gorgeous flowers that 



" in dewy splendor 



Weep without wo, and blush without a crime! " 



Farther on, to the left, pyramids of apples greet our gaze, with the 

 blending hues of the lily and the rose striving for mastery on their 

 blushing cheeks; while the names of Petticolas, Buchanan, McWil- 

 liams, IVIottier, Gary, Lingo, Mears, Sleath, White, and Sedam, stand 

 conspicuous as sponsors for those "spotless" ofi'spring of their or- 

 chards now presented at the font, for horticultural baptism. And 

 grapes — such grapes ! — ranged along in purple battalions, under the 

 banners of Resor, Dalhegan, Heaver, Murphy, and Buchanan, that 

 verily "cheer the heart of man," even before being subjected to the 

 wine press : — And, see there — Oh ! Bacchus, what a bunch ! — " Black 

 Hamburghs, grown by G. Lazendy, gardener to D. S. Brown, Radnor, 

 Pa., weight of the single cluster nine j^ounds and two ounces !^^ We 

 speak by "the card" : we gaze till both eyes and mouth " water" — can't 

 help it! 



Passing on around this miniature mountain of rock-work we there 

 behold a piece of the Gobelin Tapestry more than two hundred years 

 old, an heir-loom in the family of Wm. Orange, Esq., its design 

 representing the meeting of Joseph and his brethern. Its colors 

 remain lively, though its texture bears the impress of Time. As a 

 vis-a-vis to this is an elegant Chinese quilt, exhibited by Mrs. Robb. 

 It is made of silk needle-work of the most brilliant dyes and elabo- 

 rate designs wrought on dark blue satin by celestial fingers — more 

 properly, by fingers of the "Celestials." 



Turning our "barbarian" eyes from the dazzling colors of this 



