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saying? I have quite forgotten myself. This is a story 

 about radishes and lettuce, not sentiment. 



On the 15th of October, Robert burst his agricultural 

 shell, mounted his high stool, shook his quill in the ink, and 

 was a book-keeper. As for me " I minded the house." 



About the middle of the following February, it was given 

 out that the Print Works had decided to build a new mill, 

 that would give employment to six hundred hands. On 

 hearing this my husband at once resigned his clerkship, and 

 returned to the farm. If the six hundred new hands and 

 their dependents came into the place, there would be at least 

 one thousand more mouths to be filled. " Sass " would be 

 in demand. 



We began our farm work for the second year on the first 

 of March by putting down a number of hot-beds filled with 

 potato, tomato, cabbage, and lettuce-plants. As we had a 

 larger capital to work with, our second year's sales ex- 

 ceeded the first. We spread the manure thicker, ploughed 

 deeper, and cultivated still more carefully. The result was 

 an income of twenty-one hundred dollars, which paid a profit 

 of twelve per cent, on the investment. 



The farm after this kept us fully employed all the year 

 round with the exception of a few weeks in the dead of win- 

 ter. 



The third year we started with a cash capital of eighteen 



