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and valuable grape, the Pocklington,' a fair chance, he had oqe under 

 glass and another in the open air. The one in the open air was 

 uncommonly like a Concord in appearance, and very different in habit 

 from its fellow under glass. On making a comparison, however, of 

 the foliage, the Pocklington was found better clothed and thicker in 

 leaf than the Concord. 



The trees and plants distributed by the Fruit Grower's Association 

 of Ontario were on the whole doing w^ell. The Flemish Beauty, 

 Clapp's Favorite, Swayzie PommeGrise and Grime's Golden flourished 

 greatly. 



Mr. Gauld's cultivation is to be much admired. He believes in 

 and acts on the principle of mulching, indeed he attends to the grand 

 first principles of horticulture. Having a good manure heap, the very 

 weeds being made to do duty in this respect. 



We tasted some very fine Ped Astrachan apples fully ripe, and 

 found the trees loaded with luscious fruit. A White Smith Gooseberry 

 growing in the tall grass was free from mildew, others in clean and 

 cultivated borders were badly affected. 



Mr. Gauld is one of our quietest but most eflfiffent members of the 

 Fruit Growers' Association, and while enthusiastic in the theory of 

 fruit culture, is one of our most practical horticulturists. We may add 

 also that he makes annually a fair show at the Western and Provincial 

 -exhibitions. 



PAEIS GEEEN. 



BY R. O'HARA, CHATHAM, OXT. 



I feel it almost a duty to warn your readers against the use of 

 Paris Green as an insecticide, recommended on page 35 of your March 

 number, or at least to give them my experience in using this deadly 

 poison. 



Last summer I found a vigorous cherry tree which was rejoicing 

 in its fifth summer, infested with caterpillars. I resolved to employ 

 active means to exterminate them, and syringed the tree with a weak 

 solution of the drug. To my great satisfaction I found the ground 

 next morning strewed with the dead and dying. Alas! I killed the 

 tree also. This spring it refused to put forth bud or blossom, and in 

 the month of June it was as dry as a lime burner's hat. 



