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THE CANADIAN HORTICULTURIST. 



GARDEN TOWN. 

 (For the Canadian HorticuUut^t.) 

 Miss Lucy Lettuce retired to bed 

 Oue evening when the sky was red. 

 Bye-and-by Miss Lucy aro.se, 

 And dress'd herself in her tlnest clothes 

 Of delicate green and gauzy brown, 

 The sweetest maiden in Garden Town. 



She called to her neighbour, Miss PuUy Pea, 

 " Polly, I am invited out to tea." 



I heard cook say to John in the stable, 

 ' Bring Lucy Lettuce in to table." 



And what do you think, that sour old sinner, 



Miss Rachel Rhubarb, was out to dinner. 



She piques herself on her pedigree, 

 And her foggie old relative " Gregory." * 

 She's but a vulgar village fixture ; 

 All make grimmaces at her mixture. 

 Bah ! the meanest grubs in Garden Town 

 Shy from her with scornful frown. 



But Polly, I wish that you and I 



Could be as easily i^assed by. 



I noticed this morning, when you arose. 



How pale and pinched was the curl on your nose 



Those loafing dudes, the worms, I fear, 



Are undermining your health, my dear. 



There's our cousins Cabbage, on the next block, 

 You know they have come of a hardy stock. 

 Well, those very same scamps, I hear folks .say, 

 Revel and feast with them uight and day ; 

 So this riotous life and "do as-you- please," 

 Was ended iu hopeless heart disease : 



See Celia Celery, tall and fair. 

 Aristocratic in her air. 

 She is the elite of Garden Town, 

 With green top-knots and ecru gown. 

 Why should she feel so very crusty, 

 I've seen her look both old and rusty. 



And she looks down with haughty mein 

 On dear, wee, modest Betty Bean. 

 Friend of the great Bonanza King, 

 The muscle of stalw^art western men 

 Was got from thee, thou peerless gem. 

 Could I compare you with such trash 

 As wishy-washy Suky Squash ? 



Oh, I should feel myself a felon 

 To equal thee to Watermelon. 

 Look ! Pat Potatoe opes his eyes. 

 While I laud Betty to the skies. 

 And Sissy Sage, a very Plato, 

 With flaring red-head Tom Tomato. 



Miss Onion, you aro too impressive ; 

 I'll pass you, lest I weep excessive. 



Tho' mummies bowed to you the knee, 

 I cannot choose but turn from thee 

 And leave thee with thy Leeks and Garlick. 

 Come near me and you'll find me warlike. 



Patricia Parsley, if you knew 

 How ancient builders copied you. 

 Your Gothic leaf I've traced on tombs — 

 Seen carved on grandly pillared domes — 

 And " Parsley Peel," the weaver chief. 

 His daughter traced thy lovely leaf; 

 On costly fabrics now we see 

 Designs of foliage all from thee. 



Ah, who is he there by the wall, 

 Piiising and bowing to old Sul? 

 The Sunflower, looking proudly mild 

 Since patronized by Oscar Wilde. 

 He's warning me 'tis growing late. 

 And Father Thyme rejects to wait— 

 Nurse Dolly Dew is hastening down 

 To batue the maids of Garden Town. 

 Montreal. Grasdma Gowan". 



The Potato Beetle. — An Ohio farmer, 

 in relation to killing the potato beetle, 

 says : — " Take equal parts of copperas and 

 slaked lime, using five pounds of each for 

 twenty gallons of water, and sprinkle it on 

 the vines with a brush. I had a field 

 alive with beetles, and after one dose not 

 a single live one could be found, and be- 

 sides, it benefits the plant." — Farmer and 

 Fruit G-rovjer. 



Yellow Tkaxsparent. — I found out a 

 curious thing about the Yellow Transpar- 

 ent Apple last year. My " original tree " 

 (from the one cion I got from \v ashington 

 in 1870) is in grass, in a rather poor spot, 

 and bore an immense crop ; but the fruit 

 was so small that it was not gathered for 

 market, as that of the others was, in Au- 

 gust. The friiit hung on, growing better 

 and better, and whiter and whiter, until 

 the last of September, and visitors, when 

 they came around to that tree, declared 

 the apples to be the best on the place. 

 Tliej' were the size of Fameuse, as white 

 as the vrhitest ivory, and really equal to 

 Early Harvest, which I cannot say they 

 are when gathered in August, though they 

 are very eatable then. This apple is the 

 best shipper and keeper of any early apple 

 I know. — T. H., in Bural Nev>Yorker. 



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