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.
For one I feel under great obligations to the Horticulturist for your very sensible remarks in your leader for June, exposing the many frauds and species of deception practiced upon nurserymen and the public. In passing around the corner from Jefferson Avenue towards the post-office in Detroit this spring, I observed something of a crowd upon the sidewalk, and going near and looking over to see what attraction was there, I saw a flaming picture of the Connecticut Mammoth Grape fastened inside of the lid of a large black trunk, which was thrown open - the trunk being filled with the roots of Grapes, represented to bear fruit of surpassing excellence, and size enormous. Knowing the description, I passed along, when a friend called to me, with one of the roots in his hand, and said, see here, what do you think of this Grape; they are selling them for two dollars and a half a plant. Said I, don't you buy it; it is certainly worthless, and besides if you wish that variety we have the same kind we should sell you for twenty-five cents. Well, says he, I am sold; I have just paid two dollars and a half for it.
The same man kept his station there for nearly or quite two weeks, and invariably had a crowd around him; how many he sold I am not informed, but he did a large business - his trunk was replenished every morning. Now I venture to say, that if it had happened that a nurseryman had by some accident sold a Connecticut Grape of the same kind as above described, for an Isabella or a Catawba, for two or three dollars, he would have been set down as a gross deceiver, and a man not to be trusted.
A word with regard to the Lawton Blackberry. We had a large pot of these Blackberries in the green-house this spring, which was observed by a Scotch gardener whom we had just employed; aye, he says, and here you have the Scotch Bramble. No, I said, it is a new variety of the Blackberry; a seedling, a very superior kind. Aye, but it is the Bramble; I know it; I have seen them filled, just filled, with fruit as big as that (measuring off two-thirds of his thumb); aye, he says, you would have to make two bites to every berry. He went on then describing how it branches out, and how it was completely filled with fruit, so that the branches would bend over to the ground, and described the enormous quantity obtained from one branch, their delicious flavor, etc, etc. Upon reading the communication from U. Adrian, Michigan, it occurred to me that it might be after all the Bramble, and have been imported from England with shrubbery by the former proprietor of the farm, where the plant was discovered.