THE 



November, 1865. 

 GOOD SEASONS AND GOOD FETJIT3. 



F the reader will kindly reflect for a few 



moments and make an impartial demand on 



memory, we have no doubt he or she will 



agree with us when we say that every season 



is extraordinary. In our own experience we 



can scarcely remember a season which was 



not pronounced extraordinary by some one, 



for some more or less generally accepted reason. 



The eight years' accumulations of the Floral "Would 



will testily that we have had at least eight extra- 



! y ordinary seasons. At page 3 of the first volume you 

 will find these words, " We call to mind the glories 



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of the season that has passed." That refers to 1S57, 

 when we had two summers rolled into one. Those who like to explore 

 for particulars may do so if it pleases them ; we will only here remark 

 that during the career of the Floral World w r e have had two seasons 

 at least that all will agree to call extraordinary — 1860, with its incessant 

 rain, and Arctic temperature, and ruined harvest ; and 1865, with its 

 long drought, its almost tropical heat, and its cattle plague, potato 

 plague, and wonderful grapes. Some of our friends may be disposed to 

 agree with us that 1S61: was a fine year — it gave us abundance of sun- 

 shine and far better crops upon the whole than the present season. 

 The good fruit crop of this year was the result not only of fine weather 

 for its growth and ripening, but also of the fine weather last year, which 

 secured a good growth of wood and ripened it perfectly. 



The question arises, can we deduce from such considerations any- 



TOL. Till. — ~SO. XI. M 



