THE CANADIAN HORTICULTURIST. 



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Give the horses half a peck of ripe apples 

 every day; they will do them more 

 good than a bucketful of medicine. — 

 Rural N. Yorker. 



Apples for the Sick. — Dr. Whitman, of 

 Beaufort, S. C, says: — "I find good, 

 ripe, fresh apples one of the very best 

 articles of diet where the patient wants 

 a little something to eat, and only a 

 little. I presume there is more fault 

 in the manner of giving them than in 

 the article itself, where faulty digestion 

 results. If the attendant will pare the 

 apple, and then scrape it with a spoon 

 or common case knife, and give the soft 

 pulp of a fresh apple, it will hurt no 

 one. To the contrary, the stomach will 

 frequently retain it, and the patient 

 enjoy it, when nothing else can be taken. 

 I have used the pulp of ripe apples for 

 a relish in fevei*s, when nothing else 

 would seem to satisfy the patient's 

 craving, and would not like to have to 

 discard it, on the score of indigestibility. [ 

 Great chunks of half ripe apples are 

 good for no one, but the scraped pulp 

 of a good apple will harm no one." 



Tin canned goods, when opened, should 

 be immediately transferred to glass or 

 earthenware receptacles. Recent in- 

 vestigations show that cases of poison- 

 ing from eating canned goods have arisen 

 from the acid of the canned food attack- 

 ing the solder of the tins, and sometimes 

 from decomposition accelerated by an 

 electiical action between the solder and 

 the iron of the tin. Never leave canned 

 fiuits, meats, or fish in opened tin cans. 

 — The Independent, Grimsby. 



Apples vs. Roots. — Nothing else will so 

 help the flowing milk of the cows just 



now as a pailful of ripe apples chopped 

 into slices and sprinkled with the meal. 

 It pays as well to. grow apples for the 

 stock — if not better — as to grow roots 

 in the field.— /?. N. Y. 



As whole acres of Pei-sian roses are re- 

 quired to make one priceless ounce of 

 the pure attar, so the soul's balm is the 

 slow product of a long course of right 

 living and thinking, every separate 

 thought and act contributing its own 

 minute but precious particles of sweet- 

 ness to the rich result. — Rural New- 

 Yorker, 



A Warning. — Mr. Benjamin Bower, a 

 resident of Pleasantville, N. J., sprinkled 

 Paris-green on his grape-vines. The 

 wind blew some of it in the face of 

 Miss Allie Bower, his twenty- year-old 

 daughter. She inhaled it unconsciously, 

 and soon after became violently ill. A 

 physician, who was summoned imme- 

 diately, could do nothing for her, and 

 she died in a few days. 



Apple Trees live to a good old age and 

 bear fruit to the last. One in Mercer 

 County, Kentucky, said to be ninety 

 years of age, has borne fruit every year 

 for sixty yeara. Five feet from the 

 ground it measures round the trunk 

 ten feet nine inches. We have several 

 in our orchard at Grimsby approaching 

 one hundred years of age, and still in 

 bearing. They were fine young trees, 

 already planted out as an oi-chard, when 

 Mr. Dennis Woolverton came here in 

 1798.— Ed. 



