IN your Portfolio in the June number you refer among other things to the Trumpet Creeper and Morning Glory. Both favorites of mine from my youth; but which can be viewed here from very different standpoints.

Few things are more grand than to see a Trumpet Creeper cover an immense space of bare rock along our cliffs here. When in bloom and the sun shining, the sight is dazzling. Where the cliffs face the south, these show to the best advantage. I could show you them now, over one hundred feet high, covering a thousand square feet in all their glory.

This is the bright side; now for the other. When in late autumn you walk along beneath these naked clifts, the Bignonia looks like a gray serpent attached to the wall, with here and there pods dangling and flapping against the rock, giving the already sad scene a more gloomy look.

But the worst is to come, when the husbandman is taken into account. These bursting seed pods send their contents out to the winds and are spread all over the bottom lands, where they are a most abominable nuisance. They come up in thousands and are almost invulnerable. Sythe, hoe, plough and all else seem unavailing for one or two years. And even if destroyed, one season's lying idle of land will fill it again.

The Morning Glory, of which we have millions on an acre, are pretty enough, but, where corn is to be cut in the fall, they arc a little too much attached to the corn for convenience. To give you an idea of how weeds grow in these rich bottom lands, will tell you that up to this date I have cleared one patch five times this season and expect to give it two or three more.

Last season it was kept clean, but there 'seem to be seeds enough in the ground still. But if weeds grow, other things do also. Corn will grow fifteen feet high.