THE CRUSADE AGAINST THE GRAND TURK. 



old trees, "vrhich are impatiently waiting to be grafted, and to prompt to the f 

 ing of new orchards. 



Like the " Ancient Mariner," I am very apt, when I get upon my favorite suLject, to 

 hold on to my auditor till he is tired of me. I have read the Horticulturist from its com- 

 mencement, and think the " Granite State" has not contributed its fair proportion to 

 your columns. If no better hand should oflfer, perhaps, in future nimibers, I maybe able 

 sometimes to remind your readers, that we are not so far north, but that our trees blos- 

 som, and give fruit and shade in summer, and our ink may be thawed by a good fire in 

 Avinter. I have concluded that one need not refrain from writing for a publication because 

 he may not know quite so much as the editor. Many seem, as a matter of course, to dis- 

 believe in all n?tv tlioories in agriculture, as if Adam, and his graceless son, Cain, had ex- 

 hausted the whole subject, and transmitted their knowledge, with other fruits of the for- 

 bidden tree, to all their posterity alike. Upon them, an impression may be made, by re- 

 peating good advice until its novelty is wore off, and it comes to have some respeect 

 because of its antiquity. 



Others seem to listen and comprehend, but never to profit by good teachings. The good 

 seed of the sower, seems to fall upon a kind of ground not named in the parable, a swampy 

 soil, perhaps, where it neither vegetates nor perishes. Now this class is not entirely 

 hopeless. The general tone of their ideas is gradually elevated. They are like the good 

 woman who went to church every Sunday, without being able to recollect a word of the 

 sermon. She said, that in bleaching her cloth on the grass, she sprinkled it day after day, 

 with water, and it grew whiter and whiter, but not a drop of water remained upon it! 

 and she supposed the preaching affected her in the same wa}' ! 



An amusing instance of inattention of this sort, came to my notice last last spring. 



A neighbor of mine gravely announced to me one bright morning, that he believed that 

 some sort of a bug was biting his plums, and described the crescent shaped bite of the 

 curculio ! Upon my explanation of the matter, he said he had often heard and read of such 

 creatures, but seemed utterly amazed that an insect with such a scientific name, should 

 come into the enclosure of a plain, honest farmer, like himself. He evidently had an idea 

 that the curculio was of the humbug species, and belonged exclusively to book farmers. 

 He pursued the subject very earnestly, however, and a few days after announced that he 

 had succeeded in capturing one of the enemy, and produced him to his admiring family 

 and friends, in the shape of a dor-bug ! The best advice to such people is, to subscribe 

 for the Horticultiu-ist. Yours truly, Henry F. French. 



[Our correspondent is right in saying that Xew-Hampshirc has not hitherto been duly 

 represented in our columns. As we recognize in him, a correspondent of the right stamp, 

 we bid him welcome, and shall hope to have more of such pithy matter from the Granite 

 State, frequently. Ed.] 



THE FRUIT-GROWERS' CRUSADE AGAINST THE GRAND TURK. 



BY WM. HOPKINS, BRUN.SWICK, N. Y. 



Of what use is the curculio? This question has often forced itself on my mind, when 

 witnessing the vexatious effects of its industry and perseverance; but I have never an- 

 swered it to my own satisfaction. 



I have been acquainted with this destroyer about ten years, and if the observations I 

 have made, should, by you, be considered worth recording in the Horticulturist, you 

 heartily welcome to them. 



