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S£E:©»T!HE All HARVEST. 
Never Speak Ill of a Brother. 
Never speak ill of a brother! 
Don’t say a word that is mean; 
You'll find that you have plenty to do 
By keeping your own hands clean. 
Never speak ill of a brother 
Because he’s done this or that; 
Perhaps if you held the same dish, 
You, too, would spill all the fat. 
Never speak ill of a brother! 
Let others speak as they will, 
If you can say nothing that’s good, 
You'd better by far keep still. 
Those who are eager to utter 
All the vile slanders they hear, 
Don’t consider for a moment 
They’re blasting a life most dear. 
Never speak ill of a brother! 
“Pause and consider awhile;” 
His heart may be buried in sorrow, 
“Yet more than yours free from guile.” 
Darkness may hover about him, 
Leaving not one ray of light; 
Though clouds have darkened his pathway, 
That brother still may be right. 
We know not the heart, my brother— 
It may be as pure as the snow; 
Then judge not, oh! judge not unkindly, 
Show charity here below. 
Oh! ne’er speak ill of a brother, 
Ne’er say one word that is mean; 
You’ll find you’ll have plenty to do 
If you keep your own hands clean. 
WALL’S ORANGE POTATO. 
From American Rural Home, Rochester, N. Y. 
EDS. RURAL HOME :—Your favorable 
notice of our new potato—“Wall's Orange,” 
will probably necessitate our answering 
numerous questions in regard to it; and 
with your permission, I will anticipate both 
questions and answers. 
First.—We have no seed for sale! The 
sale and control of seed raised in 1882 pass¬ 
ed out of our hands a year ago. 
In regard to productiveness, hardiness, 
&c., I would say that I know of no variety, 
of as good quality that is as hardy and pro¬ 
ductive. We have grown and tested the 
past season thirty varieties, and in quality, 
hardiness and producti\ T eness it exceeds 
them all. 
The spring of 1881, we had only twenty- 
live pounds oi seed: from w^ ; ?.’;. under 
ordinary' circumstances, in the field along- 
side other varieties, we grew thirty-six 
bushels, large measure, of very tine large 
potatoes. , 
We this season planted “Wall’s Orange” 
in the field with at least twenty other vari¬ 
eties. The whole field was fertilized with 
potash and Lister’s phosphate, one part pot¬ 
ash to three parts phosphate. A handful of 
the mixture to the hill. The fertilizer .was 
scattered on the cross mark, the seed drop¬ 
ped and stepped on, and covered with a cov- 
erer. 
The result was that “Wall's Orange” 
came up well and made a strong growth, 
producing a heavy crop of first quality po¬ 
tatoes, while not more than one hill in 
twenty of the other nineteen varieties came 
up at all, and many of those that came up 
were so weakened by the potash that they 
did not amount to anything. The seed was 
all cut in the same manner, at about the 
same time, and all planted in one day, by 
the same men. 
I do not think any thing further in regard 
to the vitality and hardiness of this variety 
need be said. It is a strong, rapid grower, 
and when it gets fairly started, bids de¬ 
fiance to bugs, and thus far to blight or dis¬ 
ease of any kind; and as far as heard from, 
adapts itself to the various climates and 
soils of our vast and greatly diversified* 
country'. It is medium late, ripening per¬ 
fectly when planted, by the middle of June, 
The Farmers’ Club have been discussing 
their mistakes, and our great mistake was 
in mixing potash with phosphate, and then 
putting the mixture in the hill. 
We used the same mixture on another 
field of six acres planted about the 20th of 
June. After seeing the damage caused by 
the potash on the first named field, we cov¬ 
ered the fertilizer with at least one inch of 
soil, and one hill in ten on an average failed 
to grow. We have been using phosphate 
on potatoes for years with the best results, 
and our failure this year we attribute to 
the potash, and shall in future—if we use 
any r —sow it broadcast. Lyman Wall. 
A New York paper speaks of the wreck¬ 
ing of a vessel near the narrows, and say r &: 
“The only' passengers were T. B. Nathan, 
who owned three-fourths of the vessel ’and 
the captain’s wife. ” Singular an non ncement. 
