SII©-T!SiE AH© HABVEST. 
This^new raspberry is described as 
a seedling found some years since by 
Mr. Albert Hansell, a prominent ber¬ 
ry grower of New Jersey. It is early, 
vigorous and productive, and has been 
propagated as a choice market varie¬ 
ty by Mr. Hansell until this last sum¬ 
mer he bad twelve acres of this kind 
alone. Its color is a clear, bright red, 
and its shipping quality is excellent, 
having stood the journey to Boston, 
over 300 miles, and arrived in good 
condition. Our illustration was fur¬ 
nished by Mr. W. H. Moon, of Mor- 
risville, Pa., one of the introducers 
of this berry, and whose advertise¬ 
ment appears in another place. 
The Ever-blooming- White 
Clematis. 
(See cut on page 9.) 
In one of the old songs quite pop¬ 
ular in our boyhood, “There stood a 
pretty cottage, and a creeping vine around 
its rustic porch loved to twine.” 
Whether that vine were a Clematis or 
"J^a/icccas!’ 
The Flowers Have Gone to Sleep. 
BY MRS. M. J. SMITH. 
The New Red Raspberry, the 
“Rancocas.” 
not, we are not prepared to say, neverthe¬ 
less there could not have been a much more 
beautiful vine climbing over that porch 
than the Clematis Lanuginosa Candida. 
The leaves of this fine pi ut are of a pale 
g’-een color and the flower buds are white 
and woolly. 
Its large flowers are a surprise, being 
from seven to eight inches in diameter. In 
color the blsosoms are delicately tinted 
grayish white, changing to cure white 
when fully expanded. It commences to 
blossom in June^ and when well grown and 
in full bloom is a beautiful objcCi. 
Our illustration is from a photograph of 
a vine growing on the porch of a residence 
In West Chester, Pa., and was furnished by 
Mr. Joseph Kift of that town, who makes 
a specialty of the Clematis, Roses, Lilies, 
Geraniums and other plants of like charac¬ 
ter. 
The violets have gone to sleep, 
The wildwood blossoms slumber 
’Neath coverlets all richly dyed 
In scarlet, gold and umuer; 
The lily tucks her pretty head 
Beneath a shrunken folding; 
The daffodils are hidden close 
Away from winter’s scolding. 
The grass beneath our feet is dry. 
The clover heads are brown; 
And shimmering round us as we walk 
The yellow leaves come down. 
A wailing sound is in the an, 
A sharpness in the blast; 
And Winter with his powdered locks 
And sceptre, cometh fast. 
I’m glad the little flowers were wise, 
I’m glad the blossom’s slumber 
While you and I, dear uoys and girls, 
The snow-clad days will number, 
Till spring shall peep ’neath daisie’s hood r 
And night-caps small untying, 
Ask buttercups to show the gold 
Beneath their brown frills lying. 
