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"What a pleasing entertainment is it to the eye, to behold 

 the apricot in its full blossom, white as snow, and at the 

 same time the peach with its crimson-coloured blooms; both 

 beginning to be interspersed with green leaves ! These are 

 succeeded by the pear, the cherry, and the plum, whose 

 blossoms and leaves make a very beautiful mixture in the 

 spring; and it cannot be a less pleasant sight to see clusters 

 of swelling fruit all the summer, as the earnest of the full 

 gratification of another sense in autumn. And now we have 

 come hither, what painter can draw a landskip more charm- 

 ing and beautiful to the eye, than an old Newington peach- 

 tree laden with fruit in August, when the sun has first be- 

 gun to paint one side of the fruit with such soft and tempting 

 colours? The apricot, the pear, the cherry and plum, when 

 they appear in plenty as they ought, present themselves to 

 the eye at the time of ripening in very inviting blushes. In 

 short, all the several sorts of fruit trees have such pleasing 

 varieties, that were there no other sense to be gratified but 

 the sight, they may vie with a parterre even of the finest 

 flowers." He thus mentions the month of July: — "How 

 beautiful and refreshing are the mornings and evenings of 

 such days, when the very air is perfumed with pleasant 

 odours, and every thing that presents itself to the eye gives 

 fresh occasion to the devout admirer to praise and adore the 

 Great Creator, who hath given such wisdom and power to 

 man to diversify nature in such various instances, and (for his 

 own use, pleasure, and profit,) to assist her in all her opera- 

 tions." This worthy clergyman might have applied to the 

 delights of a garden, the sacred words of scripture: — "her 

 ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace."* 



* I cannot prevent myself from quoting a very small portion of the ani- 

 mated address of another clergyman, the Rev. J. G. Morris, as chairman to 

 the Wakefield Horticultural Society. I am certain each one of my readers 

 will blame me for not having inserted the whole of this eloquent appeal. I 

 copy it from the Gardener's Magazine for August, 1828: — " Conscious that 



