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yards are neat, and where the streets are not filled 

 with offal and mangy dogs. Fifty acres of land in 

 New Jersey soil being equal will bear as good corn 

 or rye as in any other spot of our common country 

 where the sun shines with equal force. I do not 

 indeed think that " Vineland " is soon to become 

 our Eden, or that, if we ever have an Eden, it will 

 lie in New Jersey. If a Euphrates were ever to 

 spring up in the Highlands, I doubt much if it 

 could ever cross the Central or the Camden and 

 Amboy track without good lobby management. 

 All this, however, is said jokingly. 



There are good farms in New Jersey ; there is 

 most excellent garden-ground, and best of all one 

 can come from it easily to New York. There is no 

 reason why its near lands should not become the 

 paradise of fruiterers, and of vegetable-growers for 

 the market. Its general surface short of the moun- 

 tains, or of the beautiful rolling lands of Monmouth 

 does not invite those who look for the picturesque as 

 well as the practical. 



But what boots it, talking of this or that locality ? 

 If a man has really made up his mind to be shaven, it 

 matters little on which half of his chin the operator 

 shall commence. If Mr. Urban, or any other good 

 friend, is determined to possess himself of fifty acres, 

 he will undoubtedly have associations which will 



