EDITOR'S TABLE. 



A coRRESPOXDEXT writes as follows from Lawrence county, Oliio : 



"The Rome Beauty Apple •was originated near this place, on the river bottom. It grows to 

 an enormous size ; ninety-six will fill a barrel easily. Those grown on the iipland are the best 

 flavored, and of fine size and appearance. 



" There is a yellow Peach here, called the Italian, nearly as large as the above Apple, and of 

 fine flavor. It was raised from a stone brought from Italy. 



" With the exception of the above named fruits, there is but little in this countrj' worthy the 

 name of fruit. 



" I asked a man what kind of Grape vine that was in his garden? He said. Tame Grape — 

 tame enough, indeed — on the ground. What kind of Gooseberry is that? Tame. AVhat kind 

 of Plum is that ? SiiffUah." 



Pears. — As some of your subscribers have sent in an account of the keeping of their Pears, I 

 would inform you, though I have but few, that I ate mj'^ last Beurrc Did the first week in Janu- 

 ary ; and yesterday (February 27) my last Beurre cZ' Aremberg. My JEaster Betirre will, I think, 

 keep till next May, as I have kept them that long heretofore. Jacob Fraxtz — Paradise, Pa. 



To THE Victim of happy Contentment.* — Dear Atticus — And you are too contented in a home 

 where beauty and taste are so perfected as to leave little room for devising and imjiroving ? I 

 do not wonder ; for are we not all happiest when intellect and heart are taxed to tluir utmost in 

 inventing, and the physical system correspondingly so in executing darling plans and theories? 

 " We were not made to wander on the wing." 'Tis in creating that we live most intensely. 

 That were a sordid soul — a dull, phlegmatic creature, devoid the actuatings of genius and talent 

 — wlio could rest quietly in his perfected home, and bask in the sunshine of its beauty — revel 

 sensually in the adornments clustered about him. lie would be a voluptuous animal, despite his 

 prating of art and taste. 



Your state, sir, is a dangerous, a critical one. Your disease has more fearful tendencies, I fear, 

 than you realize. Look well to yourself before it advances beyond your control. I have had 

 great faith in Mr. Barry's judgment : but the best of people err sometimes. As you value your 

 well-being, I pray you do not hug to yourself the vain thought that the "siimmum bonmn of hap- 

 piness and contentment you have reached !" Lay not the flattering sweet imetion to your soul! 

 That was a syren song that brea'hed through the editorial quill just then ; heed it not ! or it will 

 lull you into a dangerous slumber, from which you will awaken to an incurable sense of unrest 

 and discontent. My womanly nature is stirred for you ; I tremble lest you may yield to delusive 

 charms, and I long to snatch you from ruin's brink. 



Your confessions and your aspirations after knowledge to show you your true state has inter- 

 ested me, though I know you not from any other Greek. But I claim you as a brother. With 

 such a mind and its capacities for conceiving and constructing — for weaving bright dreams into 

 brighter realities — you will not be satisfied even when all within your reach seems attained. 

 You must still be creating new fancies, and laboring to endow with form those imaginings. You 

 can never become a quiet, contented clod. 



Like a good friend, I do as I would be done by, and bring 3"ou proposals of relief First, pray, 

 sir, allow me to be a little egotistical, and tell j-ou somewhat of myself 



Most of my life was spent in a great city, amid its higli walls, its crowded streets, and ceaseless 

 din ; but I was ever longing to be away, where sight and thought could be free — to enjoy those 

 beauties which methought I loved with a stronger passion than the hum-drum common-place 

 people about me. I did not get the better of my romantic dreams even when married and settled 

 down, for I took care to get a husband that loved what I loved, and not one whose whole soul 



* Our ro.iders will remember an article, published in the December number, from friend "Atticus," ■who consid- 

 ered himself " too coiiU'iited at home." It has called out a bcautiftil reply from " Elsh:."— En. 



