I am, as you know, too much of an "old digger," to attend political meetings, agricultural fairs, or even fruit conventions. I am not only a little stiff in my joints, bat it makes me nervous and irritable to see mere sponters and stomp* speechifyers having most of the talk to themselves in such places, while the honest, sensible men, who have something to say, sit with their months closed.

However, I am fond of fruit; and as it is plain that we are to be a great frail country, and that orchards, good apples, pears, and peaches, are to be every landholder's possession who cares enough for them to plant the trees, I look with a little more interest than common on these fruit conventions.

There is no doubt at all that a great deal of good will grow out of annual meetings of all the most experienced fruit growers in the country. There is a great deal of knowledge among practical men which never gets into the books; and many a rough hand, who writes his own name as if he were jumping a bog meadow, has picked up certain bits of experience in his lifetime, that are worth, if you can get it out of him by talking, a good many more chapters than are to be found in many current books on the same subject. It is quite natural that, when such men get together, they should set each other agoing, if not by set speeches, at any rate by a chat in the corner; and I have no doubt that as much good is done in this sort of familiar intercourse among brother cultivators as in all others.

But when people go to a national or general convention, they must not take crab-apples and choke pears in their pockets. I mean, in plain English, that they must not go crammed full of sectional feelings and local jealousies. It is very proper and very praiseworthy for me to be fond of my own horses and dogs, my own cornfields and meadows; but it will not do for me to imagine them better than anybody else's, and tell my neighbors so to their faces. All sorts of social intercourse, societies, associations, and communities, are based npon a spirit of compromise; that is, every man gives up something of his own pride and selfishness, in order that the general good may be the gainer by it.

I " dig" into this subject a little, because I see the absence of this spirit of compromise appears to have retarded a little the onward march of the fruit growing interest in the convention. I say appears, for I don't know that this is really the fact; for I am told that the conventions, both at Buffalo and New York, were both successful and useful things; but some of the journals, and especially the agricultural papers, have fussed and fumbled over the meeting of these conventions, each giving a local coloring to the matter, till they have almost made it appear that harmony is impossible, when, in fact, there is not the least cause'for discord.

According to the papers, Western fruit growers can't meet with Eastern fruit growers, and Eastern knowledge and experience are worth nothing in the West. Softly! my friend. This may be all very well for editors; who wish to rally local parties and patronage round their own presses, but it is a blight-wind to your iterests, depend upon it. Exactly what you want in convention, is to bring all sorts of different experiences together - the Boston man, who coaxes his half dozen Bartletts in his back yard with guano, till he makes prize specimens, and the Ohio man, who gathers his apples from orchards that cover half a township, and thinks he is a scientific cultivator. It is exactly by getting all these growers together in convention, and comparing notes, and sifting opinions, that you are to get at the real kernel of the matter; for there is a kernel to every nut as well as a husk. Those who sit down amicably and crack the out, are very likely to get at the kernel; those who wrangle and quarrel, are very likely to get only the husk.

Local patriotism is a good thing. I might call it the foundation stone of the national edifice; for it don't need any argument to prove that if a man don't love his own family, neighborhood, and State, he won't love anything rightly. But an edifice is not all foundation; and unless the stones at the bottom of the wall are contented that there should also be stones at the top. it is easy to see there can be no regular house. I have been a little amused with this bubbling-np of local patriotism in various articles in your journal, intended to be merely descriptive of the productions, and the fertility of certain sections of our common country. A writer in Vermont is certain that no part of America can. beat the shores of Lake Champlain for apples; another, in Illinois, is equally sure there is no part of the Union equal to his for the same fruit. One Pomologist, at Buffalo, feels confident that, all things considered, Buffalo is about the best soil and climate in the Union for all kinds of fruit; while you, in the valley of the Hudson, claim to raise the best of everything, from Denniston's famous Albany plums to Pell's still more famous Newtown Pippins.

Very little hurt will come out of this pleasantry in the right place. It is only chuckling a little over the good things Providence has sent us. But we must not grow too serious about it, and declare that we of the West can beat the East in orchards, and dont care to be dependent on her; or we of the East have got all the science, and can teach all the rest of the nation. There is something to learn all round; and if we have learned all that is to be learned at home, and in our own heaven-blest neighborhood, State, or county, why then there is a great deal more to be learned by watching sharply what cultivation and cultivators have done all over the country. But this kind of learning can only be got at by a little forbearance and'courtesy towards others, and not talking too large about our own breed of cattle.

As some of the noisiest of this species of tin-trumpet orators have probably gone off to California since last season, I suppose it will be found easy for our future fruit conventions to unite in some plan of comfortable, harmonious action for the future. I am the more confident that this will be the case, from the spirit of good-will which I see maintained in your journal, taking the ground that a genuine fraternity of interests is the only means of bringing out all the information in the country.

Certainly it is a pleasant thought, that all the leading fruit growers in the country can meet and fraternize once a year, bringing from all parts of the Union the stores of their experience, and the fruits of their culture, and raising up a pyramid of, knowledge for the general good. It is so pleasant a thought, that I will leave it for your readers to revolve in their minds, and see what good may come out of it. Yours, etc, An Old Digger.