WHAT I KNOW ABOUT GARDENING. 49 



that, common salt will do, and the neighbors will 

 never notice whether it is the orthodox Na. Cl. 

 58.5, or not. 



I scarcely dare trust myself to speak of the 

 weeds. They grow as if the devil was in them. 

 I know a lady, a member of the church, and a 

 very good sort of woman, considering the subject 

 condition of that class, who says that the weeds 

 work on her to that extent, that, in going through 

 her garden, she has the greatest difficulty in 

 keeping the ten commandments in anything like 

 an unfractured condition. I asked her which 

 one, but she said, all of them : one felt like 

 breaking the whole lot. The sort of weed which 

 I most hate (if I can be said to hate anything 

 which grows in my own garden) is the &quot;pusley,&quot; a 

 fat, ground-clinging, spreading, greasy thing, and 

 the most propagatious (it is not my fault if the 

 word is not in the dictionary) plant I know. I 

 saw a Chinaman, who came over with a returned 



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