A GREAT KUNNEK. 



whatever. Without entering too far upon a relig 

 ious disquisition, it may do merely to suggest that it 

 struck me that weeds were original sin, springing up 

 to trouble us every where, and calling for that sweat 

 of the brow which is ordained as the lot of the hu 

 man kind for the first great crime of Mother Eve. 



The nature of weeds is exceedingly perverse. 

 They seem to have been sent to torment man, sprout 

 ing up continually without apparently ever becom 

 ing exhausted, causing an immense deal of unneces 

 sary annoyance. As an evidence of their innate per 

 versity, it is only necessary to refer to the manner in 

 which they behaved toward my portulaca splendens. 

 This showy plant had been thriving admirably, and 

 as its seeds, when allowed to sow themselves, natu 

 rally reappear in augmented splendor the following 

 year, I had founded great expectations upon the an 

 ticipated result. It is true that the portulaca did 

 sow itself, and did come up finely the present 

 spring ; but, unfortunately, weeds come up without 

 any sowing. They originate or &quot; come of them 

 selves,&quot; as my brother farmers lucidly express it, 

 and they appeared with the portulaca, and grew 

 twice as rapidly. 



The end of it was, that, although the flower was 

 there, and even matured, it was hidden so effectually 



