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berries and the delicate bouquet of choice 

 wines. So distinctly pleasant and cheerful 

 is the fragrance of apples, especially, that a 

 dish of them is always good company to 

 have near one. Neither does one tire so 

 easily of the fragrance of apples as of the 

 more pungent odors of rarer fruits a result 

 undoubtedly premeditated by nature. Not 

 only impersonal recollections, such as belong 

 to the Apple of Discord, the Apples of 

 Hesperides, and the Apples of Sodom, but 

 far more intimate memories waken with a 

 breath from this genial fruit. To Matilda, 

 the odor of the rich-hued Fameuse may 

 bring up a far-off vision of the fair-haired 

 boy lover who used to fill her school-desk 

 with apples of this particular variety. Or, 

 again, some sedate judge, when he catches 

 the aroma of a Northern Spy, may see all the 

 details of a boyish escapade in a neighbor's 

 orchard. 



The necromancy, or, rather, the leuco- 

 mancy of the fragrance of popping corn, 

 furnishes a captivating study of nature's 

 very human Santa Claus habit of enhancing 



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