102 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



my warfare with it has been continual. 

 Neither of us has slept much. If you 

 combat it, it will grow, to use an ex 

 pression that will be understood by 

 many, like the devil. I have a neigh 

 bor, a good Christian man, benevolent, 

 and a person of good judgment. He 

 planted next to me an acre of turnips 

 recently. A few days after, he went to 

 look at his crop ; and he found the en 

 tire ground covered with a thick and 

 luxurious carpet of &quot;pusley,&quot; with a 

 turnip-top worked in here and there as 

 an ornament. I have seldom seen so 

 thrifty a field. I advised my neighbor 

 next time to sow &quot; pusley ; &quot; and then he 

 might get a few turnips. I wish there 

 was more demand in our city markets 

 for &quot;pusley&quot; as a salad. I can recom 

 mend it. 



It does not take a great man to soon 

 discover, that, in raising any thing, the 



