132 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



Sunday, year after year, shrink from 

 speaking of sin ? I refer, of course, to the 

 greatest enemy of mankind, &quot; p-sl-y.&quot; 

 The ground was carpeted with it. I 

 should think that this was the tenth 

 crop of the season ; and it was as good 

 as the first. I see no reason why our 

 northern soil is not as prolific as that of 

 the tropics, and will not produce as 

 many crops in the year. The mistake 

 we make is in trying to force things 

 that are not natural to it. I have no 

 doubt, that, if we. turn our attention to 

 &quot; pusley,&quot; we can beat the world. 



I had no idea, until recently, how 

 generally this simple and thrifty plant is 

 feared and hated. Far beyond what I 

 had regarded as the bounds of civiliza 

 tion, it is held as one of the mysteries 

 of a fallen world ; accompanying the 

 home missionary on his wanderings, and 

 preceding the footsteps of the Tract 



