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from those of the previous season, and the 

 gooseberries scarcely returned anything. 



There are fluctuations in the garden as truly 

 as in Wall Street, as the following pages will 

 prove. Only in the garden honest industry is 

 the trait that success crowns in the long run, 

 while in Wall Street, it would seem that a men- 

 tal " sleight-of-hand" secures the prize. 



We next pass on to what some writer calls 

 the " finest fruit God ever made," the straw- 

 berry. It is indeed a divine alchemy that can 

 transform clay and water into the luscious 

 Triomphe de Gand, the sprightly Wilson's 

 Seedling, and the aromatic Lenig's White. 

 Little wonder that we look anxiously at our 

 beds in March and April to see how the plants 

 have "wintered." With justifiable solicitude 

 and joy we watch them throwing up their new 

 green foliage in April, and in May becoming 

 such a mass of bloom that it would seem a 



