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bottom will extend in, leaving a two- 

 inch space the whole length of your 

 box, which space you will use for pour- 

 ing in water to supply moisture to your 

 plants. Now, take your box to your 

 celery-bed, and cover the bottom with 

 two inches of earth, and in this earth 

 plant your celery as closely as possible. 

 This should be done on a dry day. The 

 box, with its contents, can now be re- 

 moved to your cellar, when, for the 

 present, your work is done. 



oopraiQHT tsaa« 

 WHITE PLUME CELERY. 



earlier, is so crisp and tender, and strange 

 to say, with me it keeps in the way I 

 have described, longer than any of the 

 older sorts. In this last respect my 

 experience seems to differ from nearly 

 every writer whose articles on celery I 

 have chanced to see, as all state that 

 the White Plume is the poorest keeper 

 of any. 



It may be that, if kept in some other 

 way, it would prove the poorest keeper, 

 but kept in the manner I have de- 

 scribed I have found it to have no 

 equal. 



From time to time as your plants 

 need — which is pretty often — you will 

 supply them with water, and always 

 through the open slit in the side of 

 your box, never by the top, as it would 

 rot your plants. 



Treated in this way you can always 

 get at your plants, without any trouble, 

 and you can see at any time the exact 

 condition that they are in. 



One word as to varieties. I have now 



discarded the Boston Market and other 



old standard sorts, and grow only the 



White Plume, as it blanches so much 



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THE ONION. 



Draw off his satin waistcoat, 



Tear his silk shirt apart, 

 And, weeping tears of pleasure, 



Creep closer to his heart ! 



Wrapt is this modern mummy 

 In ceaseless fold on fold ; 



Yet what a wondrous power 

 Those endless wrappings hold ! 



Of all the vegetables 



From garden's length to length, 

 He is the one most mighty — 



Epitome of strength. 



Whene'er his person enters, 



All noses snuff the air, 

 And epicurean stomachs 



For gastric treats prepare. 



A subtle spirit rises 



Of dinner in full bloom. 

 An appetising odor 



Pervading all the room. 



When at the well-laid table 



How is the palate blest ! 

 He betters other dishes. 



Yet is himself the best. 



But call upon your lady — 

 Why is her smile so grim ? 



Before a word is spoken 



She knows you've been with him ! 

 -Boston Transcript. 



They were at a dinner party, and he 

 remarked that he supposed she was fond 

 of ethnology. She said she was, but 

 she was not very well, and the doctor 

 had told her not to eat anything for 

 dessert but oranges. 



