A correspondent says: "You seem to have a suspicion of the merits of our seedling fruit, and yet you spoke well of the Mexican ever-bearing strawberry, though it did no good on our grounds." We never saw the strawberry on our correspondent's grounds. We saw it on the grounds of Mr. J. B. Whiting, some miles from Detroit, and everything we said of it was strictly true in every particular. So full was the field of fruit, that the field had a red tint for a long distance away, and we saw a large milk pan filled with fruit by the picker from a space so far as he could reach out around him, without moving his feet away. The strawberry was an Alpine, and failed in other places simply because it was planted where nobody would plant an Alpine that knew what he was doing. It is the same class of people that failed with the Mexican ever-bearing strawberry who are making plantations of Eucalyptus globulus in Maine.