In June, 1853, I sent to a neighbor a basket of fine Hovey's Seedling and Bishop's Orange Strawberries, thinking to give them a pleasant surprise. The bearer, however, gave me quite as much of one, on his return, when he handed me the basket full of Apples. They were of the Pound Apple of Pennsylvania; the proper name I believe is Fallen Walder, and in better condition I never ate that kind at any season. How those apples were kept was the next question; a matter very easily ascertained, but like many others, not inquired after. The thing might have forever escaped my memory, had I not by accident got into that neighbor's cellar a few months since, and seeing about two inches thick of clean rye straw lying on the ground, with some fall Apples lying thereon, looking very nice and clean, I asked whether they were in the habit of keeping their Apples in that way; to which he replied that they were, and that in that way those had been preserved which so surprised me the year before in June. But the most surprising part (to me) is yet to tell In the latter part of that winter and early in the spring, there was much rain; in consequence whereof the cellar had water standing in it, so as nearly to swim the straw and Apples; notwithstanding which, they kept till the middle of June. The cellar is dark and deep, with limestone soil.

Whether this plan will always prove a good one or not, I would not pretend to say, but the thing is certainly worth trying. S. M. - Calmdale, Lebanon, Pa.

* We do not remember having said anything about the failure of the Louise Bonne on Quince -wo hare never known it tail. Are yon not mistaken ? Perhaps you mean Flemish Beauty.