chap. I.] Journal.— April. 43 



Hoiu I have got this broccoli I must explain in my 

 Gardener's Guide ; for write one I must. I never can 

 leave this country Avithout an attempt to make every 

 farmer a gardener. In the meat y>'Siy, we have beef, 

 mutton, bacon, foAvls, a calf to kill in a fortnif^ht's time, 

 sucking-pigs Mhen we choose, lamb nearly fit to kill ; 

 and all of our own breeding, or our omu feeding. We 

 kill an ox, send three quarters and the hide to market 

 and keep oue quarter. Then a sheep, which we use 

 in the same way. The bacon is alwa) s ready. Some 

 fowls alwajs fatting. Young ducks are just coming 

 out to meet the green peas. Chickens (the earliest) as 

 big as American Partridges (misnamed quails,) are 

 readv for the asparagus, which is just coming out of the 

 ground. Eggs at all times more than we can consume. 

 Arid, if there be any one, who wants better fare than 

 this, let the grumbling glutton come to that poverty, 

 Avhich Solomon has said shall be his lot. And, the 

 g}-cat thing of all, is, that here, evei-y man, even every 

 labourer, may live as well as thjs, if he will be sober 

 and i7idiistrious. 



22. There are two things, which I have not yet men- 

 tioned, and which are almost wholly wanting here, 

 while they are so amply enjoyed in England. The 

 singing-birds and the Jioivers. Here are many birds 

 in summer, and some of very beautiful plumage. 

 There are some wild flowers, and some English (lowers 

 in the best gardens. But, generally speaking, they are 

 birds without song, and flowers without smell. The 

 li7inct (more than a tliousand of which I have heard 

 warbling upon one scrubbed oak on the sand-hills in 

 Surrey,) the shy-lark, the goldjinch, tlie wood-lark, the 

 nightingale, the bnll-Jinch, the black-bird, the thrush, 

 and all the rest of tlie singing tribe are wanting in these 

 beautifid woods and orchards of garlands. When these 

 latter have dropped their bloom, all is gone in the 

 floAvery May. No shepherd's rose, no honeg-suckle, 

 none of tliat endless variety of beauties that decorate 

 the hedges and the meadoMs in England. No daisies, 

 no p7-imroses, no couslips, no blue-bells, no daffodils, 

 which, as if it were not "enough ibr them to charm the 

 sight and the smell, must have names, too, to delight 



