This section is from "The Horticulturist, And Journal Of Rural Art And Rural Taste", by P. Barry, A. J. Downing, J. Jay Smith, Peter B. Mead, F. W. Woodward, Henry T. Williams. Also available from Amazon: Horticulturist and Journal of Rural Art and Rural Taste.
Your number one is the Cape; number two is the Concord, over-ripe, but the best of the lot, and best we have ever seen; number three is Hyde's Eliza, a seedling of the Isabella, and much like it in most respects.
Ruskin, in his last volume of Modern Painters, remarks upon grasses as follows: "Observe the peculiar characters of the grass, which adapt it especially for the service of man, are its apparent humility and cheerfulness. Its humility, in that it seems created only for lowest service - appointed to be trod on, and fed upon. Its cheerfulness, in that it seems to exult under all kinds of violence and suffering. You roll it, and it is stronger the next day; you mow it, and it multiplies its shoots, as if it were grateful; you tread upon it, and it only sends up richer perfume. Spring comes, and it rejoices with all the earth - glowing with variegated flame of flowers - waving in soft depth of fruitful strength. Winter comes, and though it will not mock its fellow plants by growing there, it will not pine and mourn, and turn colorless and leafless as they. It is always green, and is only the brighter and gayer for the hoar-frost".
Mr. W. Parker, Vinton, writes us: "There are some things in my observations among the orchards in this region inexplicable. One orchard in cultivation is badly injured, another near by in grass not damaged - another orchard under the best of cultivation in perfect condition, and a neighboring orchard in grass badly killed out." Who can reconcile these strange results of grass and culture?
We are requested to call attention to the new catalogues of J. M. Thorburn & Co., page 27, which contains a very complete and descriptive list of grasses; and information much needed by parties who are laying out new places, and improving pastures, lawns and meadow lands.
Some of Grattan's sayings are characteristic of the deep poetry of his mind, so brilliantly described by Sydney Smith. He loved trees, and used to say, " Never cut down a tree for fashion sake. The tree has its roots in the earth, which fashion has not." A favourite old tree stood near the house at Timebinch. A friend of Grattan's thinking it obstructed the view, recommended him to cut it down. " Why so?" said Grattan. " Because it stands in the way of the house." Grattan. "You mistake, it is the house that stands in the way of it, and if either must come down, let it be the house".
"I thank God," wrote Sydney Smith to Lady Mary Bennet, "who has made me poor, that he has made me merry. I think it is a better gift than much wheat and bean land with a doleful heart" - Life of Sydney Smith.
It has often struck me that your readers might do good service to each other if they would, from time to time, record in your paper the various successes or disappointments which they meet with. For instance, no amount of smoke has ever satisfactorily got rid of the green-fly in my houses. Frequent fumigation kept my geraniums, Ac, tolerably clean, but the pest still existed. This year, 1 have immersed all my plants in a mixture of tobacco, one-fourth pound; soft soap, one pound; water, five gallons; and, although it is now more than four months since they were dipped, I have searched in vain for a single green-fly when cutting them down. - Iota.