pressed tribes of Israel, as it was sup- age, but there are specimens now bearing 



posed that the Hebrews used apples to fruit in this country that are known to be 



entice children into their homes to fur- over two hundred years old. The wood 



nish their cannibal banquets. is often stained black and used as ebony. 



The different varieties of apples have It is also made into shoe lasts, cog-wheels 



all descended from a species of crab found and small articles of furniture, and is 



wild in most parts of Europe. Although greatly prized in Italy for wood carving 



there are two or three species of wild and statuary. 



crab belonging to this country, yet none New and choice varieties of apples are 



of our cultivated varieties have been raised derived from seeds planted to produce 



from them, but rather from seeds of the stocks. One stock in ten thousand may 



species brought here by the colonists prove better than the original, and its 



thorn Europe over two hundred varie- virtues are perpetuated by layers, cut- 



ities of apples are known at the present tings, graftings and budding. The tree 



time. As a rule, the Apple is a hardy, is not subject to disease. Insects, nota- 



; - slow-growing tree, with an irregular bly the borer, the woolly aphis, the eater- 

 head, rigid branches, roughis'h bark, and pillar, the apple moth and the bark louse, 



|a close-grained wood. It thrives best in have to be guarded against, and several 



limestone soils and deep loams. It will blights occasionally attack the foliage, 



not flourish in wet soils or on those of but as a rule small loss is experienced 



|a peaty or sandy character. As a rule, from these sources. 



Ithe trees live to be fifty or eighty years of Charles S. Raddin. 



Shed no tear! O shed no tear, 

 The flower will bloom anottur year. 

 Weep no more! O weep no more, 

 Young buds sleep in the roots' white core. 

 Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes 

 For I was taught in Paradise 

 To ease my breast of melodies- 

 Shed no tear! 



Overhead! look overhead 

 'Mong the blossoms white and red. 

 Look up! Look up! I flutter now 

 On this flush pomegranate bough. 

 See me! 'Tis this silvery bill 

 Ever cures the good man's ill. 

 Shed no tear! O shed no tear! 

 The flower will bloom another year. 

 Adieu! adieu! I fly, adieu 

 I vanish in the heaven's blue. 



Adieu! adieu! 



-John Keats. 



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