84 MY GARDEN WHAT FRUITS WERE CULTIVATED. 



Rickets, of Newburgh, Mr. Ferris, of Pough* 

 keepsie, and others prove annually. And a 

 very small city lot owned by an eminent physi- 

 cian of the first-named town would also make 

 an interesting study to many who require a 

 several-acre sphere in which to develop their 

 incompetency. I should be prejudiced in fa- 

 vor of a doctor who could deal so deftly with 

 Nature, for however it may be in theology, in 

 the garden and sick-room one must not fight 

 her. True skill consists in knowing just how to 

 further and quicken her impulses in accordance 

 with her own moods, or laws, as a philosopher 

 would put it. Perhaps there is scarcely a fruit 

 in which culture makes so great a difference as 

 the grape. Any one can raise vines and leaves, 



but if you are not careful, they are the main crop. 







In no department have I made so many blun- 

 ders as with my grapes ; but if misery loves 

 company, I have plenty of it. 



