122 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



as tlie man said when he was down with 

 small-pox and cholera, and the yellow- 

 fever came into the neighborhood. 



Now, the grapes, soaked in this liquid 

 gold, called air, begin to turn, mindful 

 of the injunction, &quot; to turn or burn.&quot; 

 The clusters under the leaves are getting 

 quite purple, but look better than they 

 taste. I think there is no danger but 

 they will be gathered as soon as they are 

 ripe. One of the blessings of having an 

 open garden is, that I do not have to 

 watch my fruit : a dozen youngsters do 

 that, and let it waste no time after 

 it matures. I wish it were possible to 

 grow a variety of grape like the explo 

 sive bullets, that should explode in the 

 stomach : the vine would make such a 

 nice border for the garden, a masked 

 battery of grape. The pears, too, are 

 getting russet and heavy; and here and 

 there amid the shining leaves, one 



