If I read the Gardeners' Monthly aright, I believe its estimable Editor does not believe in a change of climate, and consequently that fruitgrowing will vary in its successes according as climates change. I am inclined to believe that there is more change in climate going on than the Editor seems willing to concede. As I had my early gardening education in England, I may be pardoned for referring to English experiences. There can be no question that centuries ago the European, or foreign grape as we say here, did well in most parts of England. The old monks almost all made excellent wine from the grapes they grew in their cloisters; and in almost all parts of the south of England there are localities known as the " Vineyard," showing that at some time in the vague past grape-vines were grown there. But there is nothing more certain now than that this grape will no longer ripen anywhere in the open air in England. I do not mean to say that it cannot be done. There may be a case here and there to show what I say is not absolutely true; but certain it is that any one would be regarded as crazy, certain sure, who would set out a vineyard as the jolly old monks used to do.

Now, as to peaches; when I was a boy, and in training for a gardener, the place where I learned the business was famous for its peaches. They were trained fan-shape against the southern face of a brick wall. It was about the whole of my autumn, winter and spring work to prune and train those peach trees, under the instructions of the chief gardener. With a bag of "shreds" made from the refuse of the tailor's shop, cast iron four square nails, a hammer and short ladder, every branch was trained out as regular as the veins on a bat's wing. I tell you I used to be proud of that wall of peaches! Whoppers as big as your double fists and as sweet as honey ! Just imagine thousands of these rosy-cheeked beauties from the ground to the coping for hundreds of yards in length along this wall! I have never seen peaches like these in America, fine as they often are, and I have often been mocked and jeered for saying so.

Well, I took a trip with some American friends to the Old World a few years ago, and promised to show them something in the peach line that would make their mouths water. Gracious Jupiter ! I couldn't find any good for anything, and I began to be ashamed of my position. Determined to prove my words, I took a journey to my old place with my American friend. The old gardener was still living, and before I had hardly got into the grounds he commenced apologizing lor his peach trees. "They didn't do good no more." Sure enough, it was a pitiable sight. My old friends had been long rooted out, and new ones, with new soil and everything ! Half bare walls, poor trees, and few miserable peaches. " The climate has changed," said he; " you will find it so everywhere;" and so it was. I did not see a peach tree anywhere as I had known them in my boyhood days.

I thought perhaps it was a bad year. But by the English papers, which in memory of old times I still love to read, I find that it was not temporary, but continuous. I take the enclosed extract from the Garden, which I hope you will find room for, as it confirms my statement:

" I can remember when we used to gather the Royal George, Noblesse, and other peaches in first-class style, both for size, coloring and ripening outside; they, indeed, compared equally with many now grown under glass. At this time the trees gave not only a few good specimens of fruit, but literally basketfuls; and the period in question extended from the year 1860 to 1870. Before that time, I cannot say, from experience, if they had thriven so well. A marked change took place, beginning about the end of the latter year, and ever since not only did these crops diminish in quantity annually, but now, in the same garden, the trees themselves refuse to grow. Each year saw the verdant trees on the wall torn away piece by piece, leaving only a wretched, half dead stem, with few limbs, boldly struggling for existence, at varied intervals, until at length their increasing unsightliness occasioned their entire removal. While undergoing this change, they were devastated by all manner of diseases and insect pests, such as red spider, green and brown aphis, and that strange disease, caused by a fungus, which results in the curling and thickening of the leaves. It was interesting to see the action of this disease upon the leaves in some seasons.

As a rule, the whole of them were attacked and ultimately fell off, new ones taking their place; and often many were only affected on one side of the mid-rib, giving that side, in some cases, not less than four inches in breadth".

Now, is it not the same in America? The foreign grape grew here once very well; but no one can do it now. New Jersey was once the paradise of the peach grower; but though there are yet spots where they thrive admirably, it is rather exceptional than the rule. Are not all these evidences of climatic changes? I would not venture to send these remarks to some papers. Editors do not like to be contradicted; but the Editor of the Monthly seems rather to court than avoid criticism, so I am tempted.

[Exactly. The Editor of the Gardeners' Monthly feels like the judge who asserted: "This court would rather be right than be President".

Still, while we admit all the facts, we cannot see how such sudden changes can come from gradual changes of climate. We fancy there must have been some other causes at work. But the subject is too broad to be discussed here now. We are thankful for the criticism. - Ed. G. M].