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tJie cottages improved <is I have hinted, in contrtijit with the same 
cottage iji its former state. ' ■' 
Hoping to see the time «'hen every English Cottager shall possess 
what may emphatically by called "A Home!" 
1 remain, (TCntlemen, 
Yours,' ''■ >i '■ , . 
Derhij, Noremher 5,i^-6\. •t*MUt^iCOT- 
Article XII. — On a Sinf/nlar Variathm in the Leaves of a 
Mulherrji Tree. By W. R , oi' Palinev's Green. 
Gentlemen, 
I THINK the enclosed specimens, and their history, sufficiently 
curious for insertion in your Magazine; — if you are of the same opinion, 
it will be easy for you, by means of a dotted outline, to give your readers 
an idea of the shape of the leaves. 
I came to the house in which I now reside, about fifteen months ago, 
and was pleased to find in my garden, amongst a pretty good collection 
of fruit trees, a Mvlbefry Tree. Now, Gentlemen, you must be aware 
that to a mind at all cultivated, the pleasure derived from a garden, does 
not entirely arise from the gratification it affords the senses, but is greatly 
increased by the associations which its fruits and flowers have with the 
most elegant and cherished ideas of that mind. A Rose is not only a 
beautiful flower, displaying a charming colour, and yielding a delicious 
smell, but it is the 
"Tendre fruit des pleurs d' Aurore, 
" Objet dcs baisirs du Zephyr, 
" Reine de I' empire de Flore;" 
it is the dearest theme of the poet, from Anacreon and Sappho, to the 
Anacreon of our own day. Indeed, not a flower or a fruit, but, by its 
associations, or its power to force us 
"To look through Nature up to Nature's God," 
possesses a charm for the reflecting mind ; far, far beyond the works of 
man. 
It were easy for the pen to run riot on this theme ; — but, this is an 
account of a Mulberry Tree. The idea of this tree is so immediately 
connected with the name of Shakespeare, that the bare mention of it, 
carries us away to New Place, at Stratford: we see that bard, who has im- 
mortalized himself, and the language he wrote in, delighting, as all great 
minds must, in the productions of Nature, planting his Mulberry Tree, in 
the town of his birth. From the day that this became known, there is no 
Shakespearean who does not eat the delicious fruit with additional zest; — 
