Take it up tenderly,

Plant it with care; It's but a little tree,

Nothing to spare! Scant are the limbs on't,

Fibres but few, Take care, or it won't

Take care of you!

Mangle the bark of it,

Man with a soul! Pestle the roots of it

Into a hole! Oh, for the shame of it,

Better be dead, Fruit to the name of it!

Nary a Red!

Take it up tenderly, Man with a soul!

Oh! but a little tree Likes a big hole!

Fair is the sight of it,

Lordly and bold! Fruit on the limbs of it,

Crimson and gold i

Who'd be a market-man

Selling his fruit, Gum in his eye, and

A worm at his root? Down with the raw-bone,

Shrivelled and dry! Juice for my jaw-bone!

Joy for my eye J

Basket on basketful,

Peach upon Peach! Juno-like, beautiful!

Rosy and rich! Choose for the good of you,

Orchardists, each! Dollar a load, of you,

Dollar a Peacii.

The Hartford Prolific grape was fully ripened by Col. D. S. Dewey, at Hartford, Conn., on the 3d of September. It seems to be an increasing favorite. Will some one exhibit in our vicinity a bunch of Union Village, which we have not yet seen in perfection.