342 The Canadian Horticulturist. 



well pulverized, and draws from the air certain elements wliich adds to vege- 

 table production largely. Plant food comes largely from the air, and a porous 

 soil is far more congenial to plant growth than a close packed soil. 



Manuring just enough is better than over manuring. Some people crowd 

 in more manure than the soil can assimulate profitably, and wonder why they 

 don't get better returns. Let the land rest from manuring a year or two and 

 better results will appear. 



Nepea/i, Sept. i8g2. L Foote. 



Strawberries Tested at Geneva. — The Bessie and MichePs Early straw- 

 berries are condemned as being unproductive. The VanDeman is reported as 

 the very best extra early variety ever tested, and, in the opinion of the horticul- 

 turist there, has a great future. The most productive of all the varieties tested 

 was the Burt producing in matted rows at the rate of eleven thousand quarts 

 per acre ! Of course the experiment was made with small plots ; still it shows 

 us what is possible. In the station's bulletin for August, 1 892, the Becder Wood is 

 reported as leading in productiveness; the Burt, which for three years had given 

 the best yields, falling behind. The VanDeman is a little in advance of Michel's 

 Early, in beginning to ripen, and matures its crop so quickly that it quite out- 

 ranks the latter as a market berry. The Warfield, Eureka and Haverland are 

 reported as standard varieties extensively grown by fruit-growers about Geneva. 

 The strawberry blight has been severe, but Bordeaux mixture is recommended 

 as a preventive, prepared with two pounds of lime and three pounds of copper 

 sulphate to twenty two gallon's of water ; two or three applications each season. 



NOVEMBER. 



iTORM ! storm ! storm ! 



And the snow-flakes fall amain. 

 And the wintr}' winds moan drearily, 

 How unlike last evening's rain. 



Storm ! storm ! storm ! 



And the winds incessantly roar, 

 And the long dark waves of the ocean, 



Roll heavily on the shore. 



Storm ! storm ! storm ! 



And the winds of memory roar, 

 But the joys of my joyous childhood, 



Roll into my heart no more. 

 linntlfoi'il VV. II. PoRTKR, M.A. 



