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grows in my own garden) is the &quot; pus- 

 ley/ a fat, ground-clinging, spreading, 

 greasy thing, and the most propagations 

 (it is not my fault if the word is not 

 in the dictionary) plant I know. I saw 

 a Chinaman, w r ho came over with a 

 returned missionary, and pretended to 

 be converted, boil a lot of it in a pot, 

 stir in eggs, and mix and eat it with 

 relish, &quot;Me likee he.&quot; It will be a 

 good thing to keep the Chinamen on 

 when they come to do our gardening. 

 I only fear they will cultivate it at the 

 expense of the strawberries and melons. 

 Who can say that other weeds, which 

 we despise, may not be the favorite 

 food of some remote people or tribe. 

 We ought to abate our conceit. It is 

 possible that we destroy in our gardens 

 that \vhich is really of most value in 

 some other place. Perhaps, in like 

 manner, our faults and vices are virtues 



