ABOUT FBUITS, FLOWEBS AND PAKMIKG. 41 Y 



out all old and ordinary varieties. The gardens of this 

 town would afford about sixty varieties of roses^ which 

 would be reckoned first rate in Boston or Philadelphia. 



While New England suffered under a season of drought, 

 on this side of the mountains the season was uncommonly 

 fine — scarcely a week elapsed without copious showers, and 

 gardens remained moist the whole season. Fruits ripened 

 from two to three weeks earlier than usual. In conse- 

 quence of this, winter fruits are rapidly decaying. To-day 

 is Christmas, the weather is spring-like — ^no snow — ^the ther- 

 mometer this morning, forty degrees. My Noisettes retain 

 their terminal leaves green ; and in the southward-looking 

 dells of the woods, grasses and herbs are yet of a vivid 

 green. Birds are still here — three this morning were sing- 

 ing on the trees in my yard. There are some curious fiicts 

 in the early history of horticulture in this region, which I 

 meant to have included in this communication ; but insen- 

 sibly I have, already, prolonged it beyond, I fear, a conve- 

 nient space for your magazine. I yield it to you for cut- 

 ting, carvuig, suppressing, or whatever other operation will 

 fit it for your purpose. 



BROWNE'S AMERICAN POULTRY YARD.* 



Let no man turn up his contemptuous nose at this Trea- 

 tise until he has traced the manifold relations of eggs and 

 capons to cake, company, and civilization. Banish the barn- 

 yard, and the imiversal aldermanhood would shrink and 

 grow lean; cup-cakes and sponge-cakes, omelets, whips and 

 legionary confections, would become mere dreams of re- 

 membrance. 



Every friend of the trencher, every notable housewife, 



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