150 MY FARM. 



away their dying, straggling tops, and by repeated 

 diggings about the roots, stimulated a growth of 

 new wood, upon which luxuriant grafts are now (six- 

 years after commencement of operations) bearing 

 full crops of more approved varieties. The Jargo 

 nelles were almost past cure. Long struggle with 

 neglect had nearly paralyzed their vegetative power ; 

 but by setting a few scions of such rank growers as 

 the Buffum upon the most promising of the purple 

 shoots, I have met with fair success. The Jargo 

 nelle itself, I may remark in passing, seems to me 

 not fitly appreciated in the race after new French 

 varieties. It has a juiciness, a crispness, and a vinous 

 flavor, which, however scorned by the later pomolo- 

 gists, are exceedingly grateful on a hot August 

 day. 



There was a great rank of Virgouleuse (white 

 Doyenne) pinched in their foliage, with bark 

 knotted like that of forest trees, and bearing only 

 cracked, meagre, woody fruit. For New England it 

 is a lost variety. Happily, however, its boughs take 

 grafts with great kindliness ; and I have now the 

 pleasure of seeing fair full heads upon every one of 

 these out-lived stocks, of the Bartlett, Flemish 

 Beauty, Bonne de Jersey, and Lawrence. 



There were not a few Buffum trees in the ranks, 

 which were in a state of most extraordinary dilapi- 



