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the finish I remember, when we had made 

 the tour of the farm over five hundred 

 acres as we sat on our horses in the pad- 

 dock facing the house, the farmer said to 

 me, with an air of triumph which he 

 might most justly adopt. 



" Now you have seen all what do you 

 think of this for farming ? " 



During our ride I had made no remark 

 except as to the appearance of the crops or 

 the fineness of the weather. Therefore, 

 looking at him very seriously, I replied 



" "Why, Mr. Negus, I don't call it farm- 

 ing at all/' 



A gloom came over his fine old rubicund 

 countenance which as quickly vanished as 

 I added "I call it gardening."- 



The same observation will apply to 

 many of his neighbours more particularly 

 to a farm I daily passed in my avocation, 

 and which, under the judicious and most 

 attentive management of the late Mr. 

 William Cambridge, many years the 



