In this basket, where the cup is full of water, and into which place the spongioles, according to the inventor's calculation, are to seek for food, it will be impossible to withhold the water, to a certain degree, because if withheld, the roots, having no soil around them, must involuntarily perish. Furthermore, the roots being surrounded with water during vegetation, the plant will produce only leaves, and ill-formed shoots, and fruit of poor quality, because more aqueous matter is taken into the system, and remains in unaltered condition because it can not be decomposed. And what is the necessity of the farmer drafting his land, or the gardener his vine border, or pots, if plants can do without it? If the inventor would place his pedal extremities into a tub of water and remain there for twenty-four hours, I think he would feel similar to his plants, and declare that he was not amphibions. Surely, it is a pity that'the inventor did not make his appearance in the world a few generations before; the gardener would then have been saved the burden of draining and mixing his soil with that preciseness which scientific men have found useful.

I close, hoping that the inventor's discovery may be crowned with success! What we want are facts!

[At the time we published Dr. Norris's article about Mr. Lawrence's orchard-houses, we were much struck with some of the statements in regard to the peculiar mode of growing fruit-trees in pots and wire-baskets, these pots and baskets being filled with moss. About the same time other articles on the same subject appeared, which seemed to us beyond the bounds of reason. We felt sufficiently interested to institute some inquiries; but while engaged in these, the above article was placed in our hands, and we have delayed printing it for want of room. We have with it a responsible name. Our object m publishing it is to have the matter put right before the public. If only an innocent deception has been practiced, very good; but Mr. Lawrence owes it to his reputation that his name should no longer be associated with it. We shall be glad to hear any explanations Mr. Chamberlain may have to make. Our correspondent, Dr. Norris, is above all suspicion of being a party to deception of any kind; his examination, however, seems to have been a hasty one, and he probably had no suspicion that every thing was not just as it should be. We are altogether incredulous that fruit can be grown and matured in baskets of moss, and "An Observer" tells us plainly that the whole thing is a deception.

Let us have light. - Ed].

A Second Barnum #1

Mr. Editor:- Freed from a cloud of tobacco smoke, sir, strong enough, to suffocate any of the fair sex in the metropolis, we ran away from it, and got into Newport, yes, Newport, sir, to see the "Barnum Orchard House" The never-resting mind of man "wanted to see some of the new discoveries" as well as "A Close Observer/' (and "now I sit down, and give vent to my feelings upon a subject that has filled my thoughts for some time, and now, like a bird that has escaped from its cage, give evidence of its satisfaction by lifting up its voice.") We arrived at Mr. Lawrence's beautiful place, and were received by Mr. Chamberlain, the gardener, with good old English cheer, as such a man with such a good natured disposition is bound to show to all and every visitor. The glaring statements made by "A Close Observer" worked up my curiosity so much, Mr. Editor, to think that such gross duplicity could be practiced by a gardener on his employer and visitors in general, that I was determined to go and see something of the duplicity in its commencement; for if vines were grown and fruited in wire baskets, now would be the time for its commencement. We never bad seen such things, it is true - never had seen Peaches or Apricots grown as orchids, and doubted its practicability.

But, again, to think for one moment that the proprietor of such a place could be so duped throughout a whole season, by a gardener in his employ, was more than my common sense could credit. So we went to see, and we did see. See what? First, a most beautiful range of glass nearly 300 feet in length, and built in as thorough and complete a manner as I ever saw houses built This range of glass is divided into six compartments, for various purposes, and for which it appears to be well adapted. But what did we see? Well, we saw the wire baskets, and we saw grape-vines growing in them, and we saw that they were good grown vines, canes nearly four feet long and about three-eighths of an inch in diameter; and we saw from these self-same vines, young green shoots having on them several good bunches of grapes. Now do not let us be misunderstood; these bunches were not in flower, but coming into flower, and we have seen grapes enough to know what such a shoot ought to produce under ordinary management, and the general management we saw manifested on the place warrants our opinion in the ability of Mr. Chamberlain being fully up to the mark.

Well, what else did we see? We saw Peach trees in wire baskets, very prettily trained on them, and we saw Apricots in the same way, and we saw that they were just set; mind now, we do not mean just set in the basket, but the fruit was just set, and commenced swelling off and in good earnest. On this important point rested all our curiosity; so we were satisfied, and you, Mr. Editor, and every one else who doubts the subject, can go and see and feel for yourselves. This is not all we saw; we saw just what you would very much liked to have seen in your office, and on your table - a box full of varieties, to be sent as a present to a friend. It contained a first-rate, luscious Pine-apple, 12 inches long, with the sugar running freely from its pips; ripe Strawberries, French Beans, new Potatoes, ripe Tomatoes, Cucumbers, Radishes, and Mushrooms; and we firmly believe, although we at first felt a little Thomas like, that Mr. Chamberlain will send you, Mr. Editor, down to New York, one of the self-same baskets, with these very same grapes, not tied on them.

Ripe grapes, grown in wire baskets, so that you can cut and taste for yourself; and I think he will also allow you to give a bunch to your " Close Observer," so that its sweet nectar may open his soul a little more, and wash out some of that dross from his carnal vision, and then he will be enabled to have perhaps a better heart, and one that can feel for another. - Respectfully yours, A Second Close Observer.

[It would seem, from the above, that the same things present themselves very differently, even to "close observers."This " Second" one of the name looks at things cheerfully. We know him to be capable of enjoying good things, even to a Pine-apple " with the sugar running out of the pips." Now we have a pair of eyes which we can trust implicitly, and a taste which we have never had occasion to reproach, (though it has more than once been bitterly tried,) and we have pretty much made up our mind to go to Newport and see whether "these things be so." We have had the best of evidence as to the character of the fruit grown by Mr. Chamberlain, but we want to be enabled to "draw the line" between these two observers. In the meantime, if that basket gets forward before we do, we hope to have the pleasure of seeing it on our table. - Ed].