Concerning Graps I have bin recommanded by mixing Wines with Warter Mellons, the later is improved in its juice--but have douts of the fack. Of the Patgonian Pickleing Coucumber, I hav maid Trial of, and have hops of Growing one up to Markit by sitting one End agin my front dore. On account of its Proggressiveness I propos calling it Pickleus Perriginatus if Approved of. Sir, about Improving the common Stocks.--Of Haws I have some hops but am disponding about my Hyps. I have quite faled in cultuvating them into Cramberris. I have allso atempted to Mull Blackberis, but am satisfid them & the Mulberris is of diferent Genius. Pleas observe of Aples I have found a Grafft of the common Crab from its Straglin sideways of use to Hispalliers. I should lick to be infourmd weather Scotch Granite is a variety of the Pom Granite & weather as sum say so pore a frute, and nothing but Stone Sir,--My Engine Corn has been all eat up by the Burds namely Rocks and Ravines. In like manner I had a full Shew of Pees but was distroyd by the Sparers. There as bean grate Mischef dun beside by Entymollogy--in some parts a complet Patch of Blight. Their has bean a grate Deal too of Robin by boys and men picking and stealing but their has bean so many axidents by Steel Traps I don’t like setting on ’em. [Illustration: “TOE HO!”] Sir I partickly wish the Satiety to be called to considder the Case what follows, as I think mite be maid Transaxtionable in the next Reports:-- [Illustration: “TOM’S A-COLD!”] My Wif had a Tomb cat that dyd. Being a torture Shell and as Grate feverit, we had Him berrid in the Guardian, and for the sake of inrichment of the Mould I had the carks deposeted under the roots of a Gosberry Bush. The Frute being up till then of the Smooth kind. But the next Seson’s Frute after the Cat was berrid, the Gozberris was all hairy,--& moor Remarkable the Catpilers of the same bush, was All of the same hairy Discription. I am Sir Your humble servant, THOMAS FROST. DOMESTIC ASIDES; OR, TRUTH IN PARENTHESES “I really take it very kind, This visit, Mrs. Skinner! I have not seen you such an age-- (The wretch has come to dinner!) “Your daughters, too, what loves of girls-- What heads for painters’ easels! Come here and kiss the infant, dears,-- (And give it p’rhaps the measles!) “Your charming boys I see are home From Reverend Mr. Russel’s; ’Twas very kind to bring them both,-- (What boots for my new Brussels!) “What! little Clara left at home? Well, now, I call that shabby: I should have loved to kiss her so,-- (A flabby, dabby babby!) “And Mr. S., I hope he’s well; Ah! though he lives so handy, He never now drops in to sup,-- (The better for our brandy!) “Come, take a seat--I long to hear About Matilda’s marriage; You’re come of course to spend the day!-- (Thank Heav’n I hear the carriage!)