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lie should get his neighbor, who does not 

 care for the plants, to do it. But this is 

 mere talk, and aside from the point : if 

 there is any thing I desire to avoid in 

 these agricultural papers, it is digression. 

 I did think, that putting in these tur 

 nips so late in the season, when general 

 activity has ceased, and in a remote part 

 of the garden, they would pass un 

 noticed. But Nature never even winks, 

 as I can see. The tender blades were 

 scarcely out of the ground, when she 

 sent a small black fly, which seemed to 

 have been born and held in reserve for 

 this purpose, to cut the leaves. They 

 speedily made lace-work of the whole 

 bed. Thus every thing appears to have 

 its special enemy, except, perhaps, 



p y : nothing ever troubles that. 



Did the Concord Grape ever come to 

 more luscious perfection than this year ? 

 or yield so abundantly ? The golden 



