Experience with this fertilizer the past season has given me a very favorable impression of it, though the results of a single trial of any such article do not offer conclusive proof of its value. Two adjoining patches of tomatoes were put out on the same day on land infested with cut-worms. A handful of the tobacco was placed around the stem of each plant in one patch. The other was not treated. Fully three-fourths of the latter were cut down within twenty-four hours. Of those treated with the tobacco and sulphur only one plant was lost.

I also tried it, in a small way, in the hills when planting potatoes, and the product was entirely free from scab.

The effect, as a fertilizer in both cases, was also noticeable, though the quantity used was small. Mr. Calder, the Boylston street, Boston, florist, has tried it this season with satisfactory results. His potatoes have been infested with scab for several years. This year not a sign of it was found. A friend in the Connecticut valley has used the tobacco fertilizer in quantity the past two seasons and is convinced that it will prevent scab, as well as repay its cost as a fertilizer.

My father writes me from Vermont, that owing to the excessive rain of the present season his trial is not a fair basis for an opinion, but that he is favorably im-pressed with the article and will use it another season. At the first opportunity I shall use it when setting strawberries, with the hope of checking the ravages of the white grub.

The stems and refuse leaves are both used, I should judge, in manufacturing the fertilizer. - W. H. Rand, Boston.

"Gard'nin'".

Theyse a heap uv fun in gard'nin', in the fresh air spend in' hours, Breathin' freedom, health an' sunshine, tradin' life with leaves an flowers.

Course it aint all violets, roses, honey, yieldin' every bud - Nur the du-drop does it sparkle, always when you wish it would.

Oft' the seed you sow so tender, fails to lift its tiny head; An' the canker sometimes pisons th' only peach a turnin red.

Fur the gard'ner they'se a heap uv ies sich luck to "grin an' bear." Still the sunshine in the garden out-weighs all the shadders there. Indiana. Ernest Walker.