MY FARM OF EDGEWOOD 



Harry, my boy, — we farmers grow these things 

 to eat !" 



What a gracious look of wonderment in his 

 clear gray eyes ! 



The broken limb, the heresy of the action, 

 the suddenness of it all, were too much for my 

 fine friend. I do not think that for an hour 

 he recovered from the shock to his sensibilities. 



Of raspberries, commend me to the Red- 

 Antwerp, and the Brinckle's Orange; but to 

 insure good fruitage, they should be protected 

 from high winds, and should be lightly buried, 

 or thoroughly "strawed over" in winter. The 

 Perpetual, I have found a perpetual nuisance. 



The New-Rochelle or Lawton blackberry has 

 been despitef ully spoken of by many ; first, be- 

 cause the market-fruit is generally bad, being 

 plucked before it is fully ripened; and next, 

 because in rich clayey grounds, the briers, un- 

 less severely cut-back, and again back, grow 

 into a tangled, unapproachable forest, with all 

 the juices exhausted in wood. But upon a soil 

 moderately rich, a little gravelly and warm, 

 protected from wind, served with occasional 

 top-dressings and good hoeings, the Lawton 

 brier bears magnificent burdens. 



Even then, if you would enjoy the richness 

 of the fruit, you must not be hasty to pluck it. 



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