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THE AMERICAN GARDEN. 



[August, 



always ready to communicate to others in 

 the liberal and unselfish spirit which was one 

 of the leading traits of his character. 



Among his best known works are "Ameri- 

 can Pomology — Apples"; "Hedges and 

 Evergreens"; Du Breuil's " Vineyard Cult- 

 ure, American edition"; "Report on For- 

 ests and Forestry." But highly valuable as 

 these works are, the greatest service he ren- 

 dered to his fellow-men consists in the many 

 shorter* articles and essays scattered through 

 our leading periodical publications, and in 

 the active interest he took in the formation 

 and management of many scientific and hor- 

 ticultural societies. With his death the 

 American Pomologieal Society, of which he 

 was vice-president, loses one of its stanehest 

 pillars and worthiest representatives, and his 

 cheerful presence and wise counsel will be 

 sadly missed at the coming meeting at Phila- 

 delphia. 



Dr. Warder combined in a rare degree 

 natural, inborn gentleness with that easy 

 and polite refinement which at once begets 

 confidence, attracts, and befriends. Sincere 

 and earnest in his devotions, and exception- 

 ally considerate and delicate in all his trans- 

 actions with others, his loss leaves a vacant 

 place in the hearts of all who were so fortu- 

 nate to enjoy his friendship that can never 

 be entirely filled again. 



What change the loss of so noble a man 

 must bring to the once happiest of homes, 

 to the tenderly loving wife and the dearly 

 devoted cons and daughters, can be easier 

 imagined than written on paper. The pen is 

 insufficient to describe the grief, and words 

 of consolation would seem almost a mockery. 

 With thousands of friends, we mourn our 

 loss, while we extend our deepest sympathy 

 to his afflicted family. 



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THE SWEET COUNTRY COUSINS. 



How dear to tile heart are the sweet country 

 cousins. 



When dog-days of summer begin to draw near, 

 AVhen bricks have grown hot and when sun- 

 strokes by dozens 

 Fill body witli anguish and bosom with fear! 

 The green waving fields and the sweet-smelling 

 breezes, 



The 'scaping from turmoil to quiet and calm, 

 The rich, creamy milk which the ready hand 

 seizes, 



And e'en the brown cousins who live on the 

 farm ; 



The plain country cousins, the uncultured cous- 

 ins, 



The sweet country cousins that live on the 

 farm. 



The sweet country cousins! oh, aren't they a 

 treasure 1 



How handy to have at the vacation time ! 

 And paying one's board is a too costly pleasure, 



When all can be had without spending a dime. 

 How pleasant to live on rich cream and ripe 

 berries, 



Fresh, golden-hued butter and cakes light and 

 warm, 



Free use of the horses, the carts, and the wher- 

 ries 



Of sweet country cousins who live on the 

 farm ! 



The plain country cousins, the uncultured cous- 

 ins, 



The sweet country cousins that live on the 

 farm. 



How dear are the sweet country cousins in 

 summer ! 



How fragrant the meadow, romantic the down ! 

 But straightway your faces begin to grow glum- 

 mer 



At thoughts of their visit next winter to town, 

 The theater, the concert, the lecture, the money 

 Expended in tickets ! the thought gives a 

 qualm ; 



The sequel of summer is not quite so funny — 

 Why don't the sweet cousins remain on their 

 farm? 



The brown-visaged cousins, the great awkward 

 cousins, 



The clodhopper cousius should stay on their 

 farm. 



— Boston Transcript. 



If the day, with what one might call its 

 articulate, its thundering sunshine, is silent; 

 if all the bright and concentrated color, 

 the inter-melting forms of mountain and 

 plantation, the reverberant sea-beach with 

 its blue roll of endless water, are silent ; 

 if the very noise of the odd city of Kingston 

 is a silence, what shall be said of the night ? 



My heart always sank after we rose from 

 our seven o'clock dinner, or even as we ap- 

 proached it; for what was there after the 

 meal save an eternal stillness and darkness ? 

 Kingston has no amusements; hardly any- 

 thing that can be called a club or casino, 

 for all its 40,000 folk. When night falls, it 

 is a sort of annihilation, a severance from 

 animated existence until the next day, a 

 plunge into stygian ennui, whence there is no 

 escape except in sleep. 



To get into a bed bulging in the middle 

 with some unknown mass and sloping at the 

 sides at an angle rather too acute for slum- 

 ber, is hardly a refuge from this state of 

 things. I am sure that statistics of suicide 

 or of homicide would show that most people 

 in Jamaica kill themselves or their fellow- 

 men at night ; for how could it be otherwise? 

 — Prof. James A. Harrison, m Southern World. 



CHICORY FARMING-. 



Chicory farming, says the San Francisco 

 Chronicle, promises to be one of the coming 

 industries of California farming. Chicory 

 was first planted in that State about fifteen 

 years ago, but since that time it has been 

 extensively raised on the San Joaquin and 

 Sacramento rivers. Chicory is cultivated on 

 a small scale in some of the Eastern States, 

 and in some places in that section grows 

 wild in abandoned fields and orchards. It 

 grows very luxuriantly on the bottom lands 

 of Louisiana and Texas. The root of the 

 plant, when being prepared for use, is cut 

 by a machine into small square blocks, then 

 placed in the sun to dry, afterward roasted, 

 and finally ground in a mill. Chicory pos- 

 sesses few elements in common with coffee, 

 and yet it imparts a taste to it greatly fan- 

 cied by certain coffee drinkers in Europe. 

 In France and Belgium, the common people 

 have become so accustomed to mix Chicory 

 with the coffee they drink that they prefer it 

 so prepared to the beverage in its pure state. 

 Travelers in those countries, even when they 

 purchase pure coffee for their private con- 

 sumption, find that the cooks will mix Chic- 

 ory with it, even after having received 

 strict orders to the contrary. 



OUR POULTRY INDUSTRY. 



The annual egg and poultry production 

 and consumption of the United States is 

 estimated at $600,000,000,— six hundred 

 million dollars, — one-fifth of which is eon- 

 trolled by the State of New-York. The 

 Coney Island hotels alone use about a mill- 

 ion dollars' worth of "broilers" during a sea- 

 son of but sixty days. 



CANNING PEUITS AND VEGETABLES. 



The Baltimore American estimates that- 

 there will be canned, in Baltimore alone, 

 this season : 14,400,000 cans of Peaches, 

 2,000,000 cans Peas, 300,000 cans String 

 Beans, and 100,000 cans of Pears. 



THE CORN CROP IN JULY. 



Mr. J. K. Dodge, statistician to the De- 

 partment of Agriculture, calculates that the 

 area of the Corn crop has been increased 

 about two and a half million acres, making 

 the aggregate sixty-eight million acres. There 

 has been some extension of area in nearly 

 every State. The proportion of increase is 

 large in the North-west and South-west. On 

 the coast, from Virginia to the Mississippi, 

 the advance has been small. In some places 

 the reduction of price, from enlargement of 

 supply last year, had a discouraging effect. 



There has been too much rain in the great 

 Western maize districts, and failure of stands 

 from planting poor seed, making the crop 

 late and growth small, but improvement 

 has of late been rapid. Taking all the 

 States together, the average for Corn is 88 

 against 85 last July, 90 in 1881, and 100 

 in 1880. , 



FRUIT PROSPECTS IN OHIO, 



Out here, at present, — writes our corre- 

 spondent, Mr. M. Milton, — locusts have about 

 the upper hand ; they are in enormous quan- 

 tities, and are doing a great deal of injury to 

 young fruit ; but the full extent of their de- 

 struction shall not appear before next season. 

 Apples are but a small crop in this section ; 

 Raspberries, Blackberries, and Peaches are 

 abundant, and Grapes about half a crop. 

 Strawberries were but very indifferent. 



DISAGREEABLE PHASE 5 OF LIFE IN THE 

 WEST INDIES. 



The mosquitoes are very numerous and 

 j hungry ; ants in myriads work eagerly over 

 everything — I had the pleasure of waking 

 up in a bedful of them ; lizards and flies are 

 in their paradise, and the air is flecked with 

 the inky forms of the buzzard. All these 

 creatures scour the earth and air in search 

 of their varied prey. The buzzards dart into 

 the water after the defunct sting-rays; the 

 little shivering chameleons play all over the 

 dead-wood fences like streaks of light, flash- 

 ing in and out, with their painted throats, as 

 if endowed with human intelligence ; and at 

 night other strange things come with the 

 humidity of the dew, — lamp-worms, tropical 

 moths, strange hooting things that shudder 

 in the tree-tops and thrill you with their un- 

 canny cries. The stars seem unnaturally 

 numerous and luminous and low ; the far 

 night is full of strange sounds ; the lightning 

 trembles all around the edge of the sphere- 

 circle in a sort of phosphorescent hysteria ; 

 and there is heavy scent and exhalation from 

 the sleeping gardens. The dew will soon 

 wet your shoulders if you sit out in the open 

 air ; you can almost put out your tongue and 

 drink it as it gathers on the velvety air ; and 

 you are emphatically warned not to sit where 

 it can saturate you. It is surcharged with 

 injurious influences. 



