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Bonnet, in order to assure himself of the utility of these parts, made the 
following experiments. 
“ I sowed,” says this celebrated naturalist, “ in the beginning of August, 
in a box filled with garden ground, some common garden beans (Ficia 
Fab a), and buck-wheat (Polygonum Fegopyrum.) As soon as they began to 
rise, I cut off with a sharp pair of scissars the lobes from several of the beans, 
and the seminal-leaves at the same time from several plants of buck-wheat. 
Others I left untouched, in order to make the necessary comparison.” 
“ After twelve days, having measured the first leaves of the beans de¬ 
prived of their lobes, I found that these were scarcely two inches in length, 
having nearly the same breadth; whereas those furnished with lobes pro¬ 
duced leaves of above three inches and a half in length, with about the same 
width. The same difference, or one analogous, subsisted also betwixt these 
plants during the whole time of their growth, so that they could easily be 
distinguished.” 
“ The plants untouched produced a greater abundance of flowers, more 
pods, and larger, than the others.” 
Connubial fair! whom no fond transport warms 
To lull your infant in maternal arms; 
Who, bless’d in vain with tumid bosom, hear 
His tender wailing with unfeeling ear; 
The soothing kiss and milky rill deny 
To the sweet pouting lip, and glistening eye! — 
Ah ! what avails the cradle’s damask roof, 
The eider bolster, and embroider’d woof! 
Oft hears the gilded couch unpity’d plains. 
And many a tear the tassel ’d culhion stains ! 
No voice so sweet attunes his cares to rest! 
So soft no pillow as his mother s breast ! Darwin. 
The spell of falhion, we hope, however, will soon be broken, and the conduct of her Grace the 
Duchess of Devonshire be generally imitated, who is thus complimented by Mr. Roscoe. 
Thus late with angel grace along the plain, 
Illustrious Devon led Britannia’s train, 
And whilst by frigid falhion unreprest. 
She to chaste transports open’d all her breast, 
Joyed her lov’d babe its playful hand to twine 
Round her fair neck, or midst her locks divine. 
And from the fount with every grace imbued, 
Drank heavenly nectar, not terrestrial food. 
Be yours the task to break the wizard charm. 
At once the spell of fashion to disarm; 
So shall the glorious deed your sex inspire. 
All earth applaud you, and all heaven admire. 
