It will be remembered that recently a vegetable grower of New Jersey obtained damages in court from a New York seedsman for having sold him late turnip seed, when he supposed he was buying an early kind; and there have been some other verdicts of a similar character, and so unjust in a general way, that the seedsmen of New York have been driven to a measure that will not help them in the slightest degree, while it may subject them to charges by those whose natural inclinations lead them to blame somebody but themselves when things go wrong. This class of persons are now especially jubilant over these curious legal decisions, and are already casting about for good "specs" out of them, and one of these is recorded by the Detroit Free Press as follows:

Six or seven days ago an old man entered the store of a Detroit hardware man, who also deals in seeds, and, inquiring for the proprietor, soon stood face to face with him.

"Want to see me? " asked the dealer.

"Yes, sir, I do! Seven years this coming Spring, I bought a paper of seeds of you."

"I presume so."

"I'll swear to it, sir! Seven years ago, sir, and not one of those seeds came up."

"Well, that's funny," laughed the dealer.

"You may think it was," said the old man, "but I'll make it cost you ten thousand dollars! When you sold me those seeds, sir, you did not know that you were dealing with a lion! "

"Well, you stop your blowing and get out of here."

"Give me a package of cabbage seeds, sir?"

"I won't!"

The old man went away, but in an hour returned, and said in a loud voice:

"Seven years ago this coming spring, I bought a package of seeds at this store. Not one of those seeds arose from the sile! "

He was ordered out, and he went out. He was was there the next morning as soon as the proprietor was, and he said:

"Seven years ago this coming spring you sold me a package of seeds. Not a single seed matured to manhood!"

He was put out that time, but returned in the afternoon, when the store was full of customers, and exclaimed:

"Seven years ago this coming spring I was swindled by that man there! He sold me a package of garden seeds, not one seed of which ever thruv!"

When he went out something hit him three or four times in the back. He went down the street for awhile, and then returned and stood in front of the store, and said to the people who passed:

"Seven years ago this coming spring this store here sold me garden seeds that never sprouted! "

He repeated the words over and over, until a crowd began to gather, when he was called in and given a dozen papers of seed, and told to forgive and forget.

"Six papers of onion seeds to pay for the choking! " he said as he buttoned his overcoat.

They were given him, and when stowed away he remarked, "Six papers of cucumber seeds to pay for four kicks!"

After some argument these were handed him, and as he backed out of the doors he said:

"It's all right! You've acted like a man about it, and if you want any vegetables next fall I'll make a discount to you."