One of the most beautiful sights in the fruit line that we have seen for a long time, was a block of Hornet raspberries on the grounds of the venerable P. R.

Freas, the fifty-year editor of the Germantown Telegraph. The canes with their foliage were models of health and beauty, and were borne down or would have been had they not been tied, by their weight of fruit, and such fruit! Though Herstine, Philadelphia, and other well known kinds were there and as well cared for, none of them had such large berries or would fill the bowl as well as " the bill" as these. The berries were at least one-third larger than Herstine, and their pendulous cherry-like habit gives them an interest to the eye long before they reach the mouth. Of course it is not "hardy." Lazy people to whom any thing that will fill the stomach in the shortest and fullest manner is all that is worth living for will not touch it. But any one to whom it is a labor of love to spend an hour in October in bending down a hundred canes or so, and covering them with a few inches of earth, will have something worth loving all the Summer months following; for the Hornet is a long time running out.

One can have Hornets on his table from his own bed for six weeks, and not object to their presence; even were they real " hornets" instead of Hor-nays, as the critical tell us we must call them.

B. F., Bucatumna, Mo., inquires : "Is the Hornet Raspberry about which you gave such a wondrous account recently a new kind, for I find it in no catalogue ?"



[So much the worse for the catalogues. We were not aware that there was anything " wondrous in our statement; the facts were just as we stated them to be however. We give here an illustration, not made from Major Freas' berries, which shows that his success in getting fine fruit is not exceptional. It is not new, but over a quarter of a century old, and none the worse for that. - Ed. G. M].