The bustling commercial people of New York City have established the 1st of May as an annual period for removals among its inhabitants, and we have sometimes taken the liberty to doubt the wisdom or convenience of this fixed periodical exchange of residences. The natural increased demand for carts and furniture-cars, and consequent higher tax upon horseflesh and men, and on the purges of those in competition, furnish no bad argument against a single period for all movings, instead of permitting them to occur at any time throughout the year. We can scarcely imagine a good reason in favor of the New York custom, and hence rejoice that the "spring moving" we are about to tell of is of a different description, and where the proper period is fixed by the unerring laws of nature, at the first swelling of spring buds in the month of April.

Our good family doctor, and whom we may be proud to call friend, could not content himself with the mere performance of professional duties; and yet, in a considerable practice, no physician was ever known to labor more arduously and punctually, or more unsparingly of himself. His benevolent heart was not satisfied with curing disease in man, and relieving sufferings through the performance of professional duty; he had the generous ambition to do good to all mankind - to bestow something philanthropically upon his race, and without remuneration, except in the consciousness of being useful. He found hours of leisure in the early morning, which he could devote to plants and trees in his yard, and, with an enthusiastic love of science, his knowledge of botany was readily followed by investigations in pomology and horticulture.

The narrow strip of ground, about sixteen inches wide, that lies beside the division fence between city plots having the usual back buildings, had for many years been the limited field of the doctor's experiments in horticulture, and, more especially, perhaps, in pomology. This little strip of ground, unfortunately, too, had a northern exposure, and yet, 'spite of stinted space and all other difficulties, the "garden" of the doctor presented a rare and extraordinary display of fruit, of various kinds, in season. We cannot be very precise in details, but to convey some idea of this fruit orchard In his town-yard, we inform the reader that it contained one goodly size seedling apple-tree, the seed planted by the doctor fifteen years previously, and for the first fruiting of which he still patiently waits; then there were ten pear-trees, dwarfs and standards, upon which were grafted about seventy-five varieties - many that have already borne fruit, and others as yet only giving promise; one large and thrifty high-bush blackberry, that has produced a great crop of large and beautiful fruit.

Six or eight varieties of seedling and fine raspberries, mostly of his own creating, and that have already become celebrated for their high qualities.

Besides these plants in the ground, the yard contained over eighty boxes, filled with living trees or shrubs, grafted young trees and seedlings, to say nothing of smaller pots in great numbers, a Chinese peach-tree, the Salmon Berry, or California Raspberry, etc. etc. All these, forming the basis of numerous experiments, have from year to year accumulated, and now filled the doctor's smail premises, almost to the exclusion of a reasonable passageway through it.

Such was the state of things in the spring of 1856, when the health of members of the family induced a plan of removal to the country - at least, for two or three years - the doctor remaining in the city, devoted as usual to his profession. With this scheme cases the necessity of relinquishing the ample city residence, and procuring offices for the Rector; and also came a necessity of providing a new home for the trees, and plants, and boxes. Here was a sad dilemma: one in which the good pomologist was scarcely less concerned for the well-being and prosperity of his favorite and long-watched trees, than the good man was anxious for the comfort and happiness of his family. The mute hut grateful objects of his scientific care, all unconscious of domestic changes in contemplation, were still uninfluenced by the late spring, while the doctor from time to time, among friends, referred sadly to his difficulty of parting with his trees, etc.: he could readily send them to the country, and have them in good care, but then he would be deprived the pleasure of seeing them daily, and of prosecuting his experiments - of patiently watching the fruit buds each spring as they slowly developed, and gave hope of a new variety - a seedling, perchance, that would deserve a name and high rank in the calendar of American pomology.

It is but justice to say here, that such would be no new event in the useful life of our medical pomologist, as is testified by his seedling raspberries and strawberries, the "French," the "Cushing," the "Orange," the "Wilder," etc. etc. etc.

Among those whose privilege it is to hear the good practitioner let out the simple wishes of his heart, there was one who early thought to offer the use of his goodly-sized garden for the reception of the favorite trees and plants; the proffer was unexpected, and though very agreeable, was accepted with great hesitation. There was evidently a modest, delicate doubt in the mind of the doctor, as to how he could have free access to the garden of his friends, and, no less, how far it was consistent to accept what he regarded as a rare favor. But these impediments were soon removed, and the proposal was definitely agreed upon long before the proper period had arrived for the "spring moving".

The accepted city yard possessed some advantages of space and exposure over that in which the doctor's nursery had thus far struggled into existence, but with increased dimensions, and a fine southern exposure, there also came drawbacks. A very large locust-tree had long-standing possession of one end of the ground; its far reaching roots, and overshadowing branches, were no friends to the health of fruit-trees, and a considerable grapevine arbor occupied room at the other end. In their leafless condition, at the period of the friendly arrangement, but little heed or thought was taken of these impediments to an act of intended kindness, certainly not by the owner of the premises, at least, and a delicate sense of propriety would not permit the subject to come from the doctor. But, when the time of tree moving was near at hand, a mutual friend, listening to the design, impulsively exclaimed: "Oh, if that big locust was only out of the way, no spot could be more suitable!" It was not difficult to read in his countenance the sympathetic thought passing through the mind of the doctor, and though little else was said, the question of cutting down the locust-tree at once seriously occupied the thoughts of its owner.

And this was no light subject for consideration; the old tree had its peculiar history, and one which deserves to be told here, if the patient reader will permit such an episode.

The city lot, now the scene of our story, had been purchased and built upon, many years before, by a Scotch gentleman - afterward a Unitarian clergyman - who, faithful to cherished associations, planted in his yard a young locust-tree sent him by a friend. When the growth of years had made his tree of goodly size, a severe winter storm came upon it with such unfortunate violence as to separate its forked trunk through the centre, and to the very earth, each half falling in an opposite direction, and making sad havoc with the dividing fences of neighbors. The storm over, our Scotchman sought such aid as was required with strong ropes, to bring the split divisions of the trunk together, and, as in surgery, the edges of the wound being closely in contact, a strong bandage was needed to keep them so; a hoop or band of iron was soon prepared, and, with the blacksmith in lieu of the surgeon, the iron bandage was applied three or four feet above the ground, and the locust-tree was again upright and firm.

Thus it prospered for a few years, until the injury to the bark by the iron band, gave symptoms of general disease in the tree; the bandage was in consequence restored, and placed about three feet higher, and again the locust flourished for some years.

But, at a later date, when the old Unitarian clergyman had sold his property, and told the history of his tree with garrulous fondness, again the iron girdle was doing evident mischief: hut the story of the tree,heside its beauty, gave it value and interest to the new owner, and with perhaps hotter mechanical conception, he sought a new remedy for the evil. A straight iron rod, having a head at one end, and a screw upon the other, was now passed horizontally through the centre of each trunk, and, by means of an iron nut on the screw end, the security of the tree was accomplished without injury. The hark in time grew over the ends of the iron rod, and for nineteen years the locust-tree had flourished, at the period of the intended coming of the doctor's fruit-trees and plants. Sympathy with the past, and even with the far-famed ballad of George P. Morris, "Woodman, spare that Tree," came into conflict with the claims of the doctor, with the desire to gratify a valuable and excellent man: it was April, the time for tree moving had arrived, and when the medical nomologist came to make his next friendly visit, the old locust-tree lay in sections upon the grass plat.

It is now scarce a month since this city clearing, and the seedling pears, with their many grafts, the raspberries of different varieties, Ac. Ac., gratefully occupy the space so long monopolized, if not hallowed, by the Scotch gentleman's gift of friendship. And with early sunrise, may be seen daily from the back windows, the doctor inspecting and enjoying the new nursery, thus renewing the sentiment associated with the first planting there, and oer-tainly no less valuable or interesting to a warm and honest friendship.*

* May 1,1856. - We cannot resist the desire to give value to our little narrative, by adding an article from the gifted pen of a mutual friend, and which has reference to the same distinguished pomologist. We quote from the columns of the North American and United State* Gazette of July 20,1847. Bo just and eloquent a tribute to merit deserves a more enduring form than that afforded by the passing sheet of a daily newspaper.