Reasoning from the facts stated above, I think it is highly probable that the soil in which Mr. Franklin's Asparagus grows, goes "right through" also.

Mr. F. has a little orchard of the choicest pears, all standards, and he spares no pains or expense in keeping them in good health and condition; and judging from the quality and quantity of fruit I saw on them, I infer they well repay him for the care he gives them. Whale oil soap suds he uses at least once a year, with scrubbing brush, on trunk and branches, with unsparing hand. When Mr. F. purchased the place, he discovered an excellent spring of water; over this he has built a pretty rustic house; the water runs from this into a good sized pond, or small lake; around this, well screened with shrubbery, grape vines, etc., is a cosy, romantic walk. At the lower end of the pond is a ram, which forces the water into a large tank in a tower on the top of the house. Last fall, a house, or covering, was built over the place where the ram works; it was arched over with brick; and to keep the frost from injuring it, 6 or 8 inches thickness of coal ashes was spread over the brickwork. This spring Mr. F. observed a bit of the common Periwinkle coming up in the ashes; so he thought he would plant a little more of it to try if it would grow in such stuff.

Well, the few bits he put in have now grown in a dense mass all over it - about 15 feet square - and looks beautiful.

Mr. F. has grafted several wild and Isabella grape vines (underground) with Delaware, and other new kinds, and they are making a fine, compact growth. Being strictly utilitarian in his views and practice, he, Mr; F.,.has allowed Mrs. Franklin but a small space of ground for her flower garden; it is also on a rock, but having a fountain in the centre, and using such plants as stand the drought pretty well, a tolerable show is kept up all summer.

From here I crossed over to the Klngsbridge and Yonkers road. On my way I passed a house of Mr. Babcock's, where the late Dr. Moffat resided in the summer. In the vegetable garden here, I saw the finest crop of onions and watermelons that I hare seen for some years. I think this is about as solitary and secluded a spot as can be found within twenty miles of New York.

There is a kind of bridle path goes through the woods from here to the Yonkers road, and to a lover of native plants, a ramble through these woods is a treat. In the swampy places, the handsome shrub, Cephalanthus occidentalis; the deli-ciously fragrant Clethra alnifolia; the dazzling Lobelia cardinalis, with its spikes of crimson scarlet flowers a foot long; the chaste and delicate Spiranthes torills, or ladies' tresses; the tiny parasitical twiner, Cuscuta Americana, with its auriferous stems, enclasping the Lactucas, Eupatoriums, etc.; also several species of handsome Ferns. Emerging from these woods, near the road, is Mr. Odell's place. I did not go in, but was somewhat astonished at the very rapid growth the Norways, White and Austrian Pines, and Scotch Firs have made here the past two years. It sometimes surprises me to see the growth these coniferas make in some locations to what they do in others, without any apparent difference, or extra preparation of soil, and the like.

On the right, as you proceed on the road to Yonkers, is a large new brick house. This is Mr. Brace's. It is a new place, and from the road, at present, looks any thing but inviting. An approach - or rather a road, I will say; an approach is too dignified a term for it - was made by some one, some time ago, and what is called in trigonometry an "obtuse angle" comes nearer to the shape and line of it, than any thing I know; this road, however, is condemned, and another, and far better one is commenced; but as there is a good deal of heavy blasting to be done, the work is at present suspended, in consequence of the family residing there this summer; but as soon as they leave this fall, the work will be commenced again, and finished during the winter.

Mr. Doyle is gardener here, ably seconded by Mr. Crowley, who is also a professional gardener; but being out of a situation at present, he prefers, I presume, "playing second fiddle" here to taking charge of a small, one-handed place, where he would have no scope for his abilities.

The house is built on a rocky ridge running north and south, and the land slopes abruptly to the road on one side, and still more abruptly on the other, or east side of the house. On this side is a deep and sudden declivity, running through a narrow, but thick belt of woods down to the kitchen garden, which is partly made, and cropped, and partly in process of formation.

Down on this flat is a range of glass, lean-to, about 100 feet long, or more, divided in the centre with a glass partition. The first house was filled full with Fuchsias, Gloxinias, Achimenes, Caladiums, Begonias, etc., all in perfect health and bloom. The other division is planted with grape vines. This is the second year; they are also the perfection of vigor and health. They were cut back last fall to within about 5 feet of the ground, and from that wood they have, I suppose, from three to nine bunches of well-ripened fruit. This may to some of the faculty seem an overtax on young vines, but it does not seem so to me; for the young canes of this summer are right at the top of the long rafters, thick, firm, and short jointed, and the foliage large and healthy, without the least symptom of spider, thrip, or mildew.

On the hill, near the house, Mr. Doyle and his assistant have made a very pretty and effective flower garden. The ground it occupies is about half an acre; the shape, or outline, nearly a parallelogram. I do not think the plan is original, as I think I have seen it in Downing, Kemp, or some other work on landscape gardening; any how, it is a very good and appropriate plan for the place, and well executed, and, for this climate, remarkably well planted.

It is what we may call a geometrical pattern, on a kind of sunken panel, about six feet below the terrace that surrounds the house. The beds are cut in the grass, and in number, I think, from twenty to thirty.

The centre bed is a large circle, filled with Salvia splendens, with a few early flowering plants to give it color till the Salvias come in bloom. Around this, are four segments of circles, filled to match, two with Vinca rosea, and two with its sister, V. alba; not half a dozen plants, but from fifty to seventy-five in each bed.

Then the other figures are filled, some with Lantanas, some with Petunias, others with Verbenas, Phlox Drummondii, and about four small circular beds are filled with Plumbago Larpentae. At the extreme lower end, where two walks diverge, is a fine large sweeping pear-shaped bed, filled with the choicest Dahlias. I noticed one beautiful white one, which I do not remember to have seen before; it was labelled "Agnes." If you do not possess it, do not forget it, Mr. Editor. Perle de Beaune is a good lilac, also new to me. This flower garden, Mr. D. informed me, is not finished yet. Some Irish Junipers, vases, etc., it is contemplated to introduce; also a Pagoda or summer house at the extreme south end, on a slight elevated rock, to make a finish or back ground, Finish reminds me that it is about time for me to finish. If I am not tired, I feel pretty certain, Mr. Editor, that you and your readers must be tired of reading this very elongated and prolix sketch of my short ramble.

[Not in the least tired. We have followed you all through with much interest. We saw the Fox Meadow garden when it was still partly in the condition described, and have heretofore taken occasion to compliment Mr. Ellis for the skillful manner in which he has drained it. We saw Mr. Bruce's place two years ago, and think there must be some mistake about the age of the vines. If our memory does not deceive us, some of the vines were half way up the rafters then. We passed the place again this summer. It is susceptible of being made a very fine one. The "road" is poor enough, and we are glad to hear that Mr. Doyle has altered it. We hope the spirit for rambling will soon take strong hold of you again. - Ed].