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part of the surface. When it has attained its 

 perfect state, it becomes a small brown moth. 



Ylth. Mary has been trying a grand ex- 

 periment, which has succeeded so well that 

 mamma must have an account of it. 



My uncle determined to remove a valuable 

 jargonelle pear-tree from one wall to another. 

 I forget his reason, but no matter ; it was, how- 

 ever, much too late in the season, and the tree 

 sickened, and seemed to be dying. The gar- 

 dener declared it could not live ; but Mary, 

 who had read that trees in such a predica- 

 ment might be saved by a gentle but conti- 

 nual drip of water being guided to the roots, 

 requested my uncle to let her try the effect of 

 this plan. He is always anxious to encourage 

 useful experiment, and willingly consigned the 

 tree to her prescriptions. 



She took two large flower-pots, and, having 

 carefully corked the holes, she suspended one to 

 each end of a stick, which was fastened across the 

 stem of the tree. A piece of cloth-listing or 

 selvage, long enough to reach the ground, was 

 put into each pot, with a stone tied to it to 

 prevent its slipping out ; and the other end of 

 the listing was slit into three parts, which were 

 slightly pegged into the ground. She then 

 had the pots filled with water, and the whole 



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