been considered the original stock of this monument of skill
and assiduity. The estimation in which it is held, and the care and
expense incurred in its cultivation both in forcing-houses and in the
open air, is proof of its superiority: and no fruit repays the labour
of the attendant, or the expense of the owner, more bountifully than
this. Seedlings of this fruit are, if we can credit what is written
and said of it, less inclined to depart from the properties or
qualities of the parent, than most others of our improved fruits. In
America, they are in common and general cultivation. No trouble is
bestowed in either layering (which is practicable), or budding them.
Sowing a quantity of the stones, they are sure to pick out from among
the seedlings as many good sorts as they may wish to cultivate: few of
these may be exactly like the parent; some may be superior, but all
are passable, especially if the young trees have been selected by a
skilful hand; and this he is enabled to do, merely from the appearance
of the wood and leaves. Many new sorts have lately been obtained and
brought into notice in this country; and this facility of the peach to
multiply its varieties will no doubt be taken advantage of by
propagators.

_The Nectarine_.--This, it is allowed by all writers, is certainly a
child of cultivation: there being no wild plant from which it could be
derived, except the almond. It is therefore a collateral branch with,
or rather of, the peach: of this no better proof can be given, than
the circumstance that nectarines are sometimes produced by a peach
tree.

_The Orange_.--This endless family of fruits it is probable had the
small but useful wild lime for its progenitor. The monstrous shaddock,
citrons of all shapes and sizes, oranges and lemons, are all
varieties, obtained in the course of long cultivation.

(_To be concluded in our next_.)

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THE GATHERER.

"I am but a Gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff."--_Wotton_.

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TO CHLOE, AT SIXTY.

Those teeth, as white as orient pearls
Stolen from th' Indian deep,
Those locks, whose light and auburn curls
Soft on thy shoulders sleep,
Expose a woman to the sight
None but old friends can know;
Thy locks were grey, thy teeth not white,
Some twenty years ago.

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Wilkes used to say, that a gentleman did