neighbors, who, half-dressed, had rushed 
out to discover the cause of the commotion. 
Well, “Kitty” and ‘‘Jess” were saved, the 
men were sent to prison, and to-day Harvey 
writes his name, Harvey Adams, with a 
flourish, and calls the farmer and his wife, 
father and mother. He goes to school, and 
his teacher assures his proud parents that 
he is a fine scholar, and will be sure to make 
his mark one of these days .—Sara Beane , 
in Tribune and Farmer. 
The Sailor and liis Flower. 
Mr. Shepherd, the conservator of the 
Botanical Gardens at Liverpool, gives the 
following account of the introduction of 
that elegant flowering shrub, the fuchsia, 
into English green houses and parlor win¬ 
dows : 
Old Mr. Lee, a nurseryman and gardener, 
near London, well known fifty or sixty 
years ago, was one day showing his 
variegated treasures to a friend, who 
suddenly turned to him and declared 
“Well, you have not in your collection 
a prettier flower than I saw this morning 
at Wapping.” 
“No? And, pray, what is this Phoenix 
like?” 
“Why, the plant was elegant, and the 
flowers hung in rows, like tassels, from the 
pendant branches; their color the richest 
crimson, and in the center a fold of deep 
purple.” 
Particular directions being demanded and 
given, Mr. Lee posted off to Wapping, 
where he at once perceived that the plant 
was new in that part of the world. Pie 
saw and admired. Entering the house, 
said: 
“My good woman, this is a,nice plant. 
I should like to buy it.” 
“I could not sell-it for no money, for it 
was brought me from the West Indies by 
my husband, who has now left again, and 
I must keep it for his sake.” 
“But I must have it.” 
“No, sir.” 
“Here,”— emptying his pocket—“here 
are gold, silver and copper.’' 
(This stock was something more than 
eight guineas.) 
‘ ‘Well- a-day ? but this is a power of mon¬ 
ey, sure and sure.” 
“’Tis yours, and the plant is mine, and, 
my gocd dame, you shall have one of the 
first young ones I rear to keep for your 
husband's sake.” 
“Alack—alack!” 
“You shall, I say.” 
A coach was called, in which was safely 
deposited our florist and his seemingly 
dear purchase. His first work was to pull 
off and utterly destroy every vestige of 
blossom and Lud. The plajat was divided 
into cuttings, which were forced in bark- 
beds and hot-beds, and were afterward re¬ 
divided and subdivided. Every effort was 
used to multiply the plant. By the com¬ 
mencement of the next flowering season, 
Mr. Lee was the delighted possessor of 
three hundred fuchsia plants, all giving 
promise of blossom. The two which open¬ 
ed first were removed into his show-house. 
A lady came. 
“Why Mr. Lee—my dear Mr. Lee—where 
did you get this charming flower ?” 
“Hem! ’Tis a new thing, my lady—pret¬ 
ty, is it not?” 
“Fretty? ’Tis beautiful! Its price?” 
“A guinea.. Thank your ladyship!” 
And one of the two plants stood proudly 
in her lady si ip’s boudoir. 
“My dear Charlotte, where did ycu get?” 
—etc., etc. 
“Q, ’tis a new thing! I saw it at old Lee’s. 
Pretty, is it not?” 
“Pretty ? ’Tis beautiful ? Its price?” 
“A guinea. There was another left.” 
The visitor’s horse smoked off to the sub¬ 
urb. A third flowering plant stood on the 
spot whence the first had been taken. The 
second guinea was paid, and the second 
chosen fuchsia adorned the drawing-room 
of her second lady-ship. The scene was 
repeated, as new-comers saw and were at¬ 
tracted by the beauty of the plant. 
New chariots flew to the gates of old 
Lee’s nursery-ground. Two fuchsias— 
young, g] aceful, and bursting into healthy 
flower—were constantly seen on the same 
spot in his repository. He neglected not 
to gladden the faithful sailor’s wife by the 
promised gift. But ere the flowering 
season closed, three hundred golden guin¬ 
eas chinked in his purse—the produce of 
the single shrub of the woman of Wapping; 
the reward of the taste, decision, skill and 
perseverance of old Mr. Lee .—Practical 
Farmer. 
