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we may say it of Caroline), for not only does it 

 sucker freely like the red raspberries, but the tips 

 of the canes also bend over, take root, and form 

 new plants. The one thing that Caroline needs is 

 repression, the curb ; she is too intense. 



I am inclined to think, however, that she has 

 had her day, even as an attendant on royalty, for a 

 new variety, claiming the high-sounding title of 

 Golden Queen, has mysteriously appeared. I say 

 mysteriously, for it is difficult to account for her 

 origin. Mr. Ezra Stokes, a fruit-grower of New 

 Jersey, had a field of twelve acres planted with 

 Cuthbert raspberries. In this field he found a 

 bush producing white berries. In brief, he found 

 an Albino of the Cuthbert. Of the causes of her 

 existence he knows nothing. All we can say, I 

 suppose, is that the variation was produced by 

 some unknown impulse of Nature. Deriving her 

 claims from such a source, she certainly has a 

 better title to royalty than most of her sister 

 queens, who, according to history, have been com- 

 monplace women, suggesting anything but na- 

 ture. With the exception of the Philadelphians, 

 perhaps, we as a people will not stand on the 

 question of ancestry, and shall be more inclined 

 to see how she " queens it." 



Of course the enthusiastic discoverer and dis- 

 seminators of this variety claim that it is not only 



