"Now there was on the other side of the wall a _Garden_. And some of the Fruit-Trees that grew in the Garden shot their Branches over the Wall, and being mellow, they that found them did gather them up and oft eat of them to their hurt. So _Christiana's_ Boys, _as Boys are apt to do_, being _pleas'd_ with the Trees did _Plash_ them and began to eat. Their Mother did also chide them for so doing, but still the Boys went on. Now _Matthew_ the Eldest Son of _Christiana_ fell sick.... There dwelt not far from thence one Mr. _Skill_ an Ancient and well approved Physician. So Christiana desired it and they sent for him and he came. And when he was entered the Room and a little observed the Boy he concluded that he was sick of the Gripes. Then he said to his Mother, _What Diet has Matthew of late fed upon_? _Diet_, said Christiana, _nothing but which is wholesome_. The Physician answered, _This Boy has been tampering with something that lies in his Maw undigested_.... Then said Samuel, _Mother, Mother, what was that which my brother did gather up and eat. You know there was an Orchard and my Brother did plash and eat. True, my child_, said Christiana, _naughty boy as he was. I did chide him and yet he would eat thereof._" The realistic treatment of Mr. Skill and Matthew's recovery thereby need not be quoted. An historic Apple much esteemed in Connecticut and Rhode Island, and often planted at the edge of the flower garden, is called the Sapson, or Early Sapson, Sapson Sweet, Sapsyvine, and in Pennsylvania, Wine-sap. The name is a corruption of the old English Apple name, Sops-o'-wine. It is a charming little red-cheeked Apple of early autumn, slightly larger than a healthy Crab-apple. The clear red of its skin perfuses in coral-colored veins and beautiful shadings to its very core. It has a condensed, spicy, aromatic flavor, not sharp like a Crab-apple, but it makes a better jelly even than the Crab-apple--jelly of a ruby color with an almost wine-like flavor, a true Sops-of-wine. This fruit is deemed so choice that I have known the sale of a farm to halt for some weeks until it could be proved that certain Apple trees in the orchard bore the esteemed Sapsyvines.