MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 81 



or green. I wonder if this is going to 

 be a cholera-year. Considerable cholera 

 is the only thing that would let my 

 apples and pears ripen. Of course I do 

 not care for the fruit ; but I do not 

 want to take the responsibility of letting 

 so much &quot; life -matter,&quot; full of crude and 

 even wicked vegetable-human tenden 

 cies, pass into the composition of the 

 neighbors children, some of whom may 

 be as immortal as snake-grass. There 

 ought to be a public meeting about this, 

 and resolutions, and perhaps a clam 

 bake. At least, it ought to be put into 

 the catechism, and put in strong. 



