Mr. Editor, - From all parts of the North my friends write me that the fair promises of the spring will not be realized; that fruit is dropping from the trees, and that in some districts fruit crops will prove altogether a failure. Not so with us in the South. I never saw such an abundances of luscious fruit. Uncle Sam has got such a large garden, that there must always be some surplus in some corner, and he is of such fast and go-ahead habits, that the deficiency in one part can be readily supplied by the abundance in another. Thousands of boxes of peaches, nectarines and early apples; cartloads of melons and vegetables have been carried by rail and by paddle to your Northern markets; and that can be kept up for the next two months at least, if you want more of our products.

As this is the first summer I have spent in the South, I made it my duty to take careful notice of all the products of the woods, fields, and orchards as they followed in quick succession; and as you wish me to give my opinion about the resources of this section, I will state a few facts and data taken from my note book, or from memory. The section where I actually reside is three miles north of Augusta, Richmond county, Georgia. Our location is an extensive plateau or table-land, overlooking a distant horizon, and exposed to all the free, welcome breezes from all points of the compass. It is not a selected nook in some happy valley, sheltered or protected from extremes of cold or warmth, but a very exposed location, which must be taken as one of the main features of the interior of Georgia, so far as the condition and succession of products are concerned.

Our soil is varied, but the sub-soil is a deep bed of red clay or loam, with almost in all parts a black or brown sandy loam on the surface, smooth as muck, or mixed with small pebbles. The rock is very deep. Wells of fifty feet do not strike it. The soil is rolling, and covered with belts and groves of oak, tulip, maple, pine, and nearly all the northern deciduous forest trees, growing side by side with the short and long-leaved Southern pines; more graceful and taller, and of a deeper hue than the Italian pine, which It resembles somewhat in its form of a dome. So much for general features and graphic descriptions; and now to the main point, the fruits. In April we begin to live on strawberries - ripening early in the spring. They yield fruit as long as the spring showers last, and with good cultivation, and especially with irrigation, their fruit continues large and fine till August, as I have occasionally a plate now, (end of July,) but they are discarded for the more luscious peach. Towards June we have raspberries - but these require careful cultivation - apricots, and soon the early Northern and Southern apples: Early Harvest, red and white Astracan, Carolina Red June, Red Margaret, (a delicious small apple,) by this time the first planted melons come in, and by planting every fortnight, we have musk and water melons during the remainder of the summer.

In the woods are thousands of wild plums, Chickasaws of all varieties as large as gages, but clingstones - exceedingly refreshing however, and fine for cooking and pies. The finest highbush blackberries I ever tasted, grow here in abundance. We have lots of Damask plums, gages, etc.; the curculio not seeming to like this fruit here as it does in the North.

At the end of June and beginning of July, to get that noble fruit the peach, in its thousand shapes, flavors, and varieties - the nectarines, the late apricots, apples, strawberries, and melons always going on - until satiated of peaches, we pick with new pleasure the ripe Catawba, the Chasselas grapes - white and black, (perfectly hardy in open air;) and now we shall have until November, peaches, grapes, many varieties of figs, (one of my favorite fruits,) apples, melons, pears - a most splendid fruit in Georgia! I must stop here, as my experience does not go further. All over the country grows a weed - a pest of the fields - the Passiflora, or May grass. If it were not for the many seeds it contains, I should prefer it to the finest confectionary. It contains one of the most luscious, rich, glutinous pulps; but although it is eagerly sought for and relished by most people, I cannot be prevailed to swallow the seed - so adherent to the pulp that it cannot well be separated from it. Many other small berries grow spontaneously in the woods.

Crab apples can be gathered in quantities - all that may be good for vinegar and cider - but we have too many good apples at hand to care much for wild fruit.

And now, my dear sir, think of an actual frugivora, not a pomologist, but a liver on fruit, who can enjoy from the first of April till, perhaps, the middle of November, strawberries, peaches, melons, plums, blackberries, grapes, apples, pears, figs, and pomegranates, besides the pine apple and the orange from Havana, if he wants these, and you will readily allow him to plant some trees in that quarter, and to sow some more hills with the musk and water melon, free from the bug, and some plum trees almost free from the curculio.

It would be almost an endless task to describe the varieties of fruit whose excellency is rarely if ever attained the other side of the Delaware. Let me only say that Bartletts are ripe and luscious! that Catawbas, Isabellas, Chasselas, are ripening; and that I have eaten Doyenne d Ete\ Madeleine, and Jargonelles, about the first of July, all of the finest quality. To folly understand what is a good peach and a good water melon, one should taste these fruits in the South, where they acquire a sugar flavor, size, and appearance, from the steady influence of the sun, which they cannot get in a very variable climate - as New Jersey and New York. Our Red Astracan apples, Summer Rose, etc, are decidedly better than in the North, and more richly colored, but Northern winter varieties of apples will not do here; fortunately we have native Southern varieties, till April, of the best qualities, of which, more anon.

P. S. - Though sorely tempted, I will not talk about our flowers; that splendid Lagerstra-mia, the Yucca gloriosa, now open in front of my retreat, both in sight of my desk, the one a stately white pyramid of bells; the other, now some six weeks, always a cloud of pink, delicate flowers; our creeping vines of all sorts, our Spireas, our Trumpets, etc.