The last number of theCanadian Horticulturistcontains a list of what are described as the “four best sorts” of Tomatoes. Permit me to recommend three others to the notice of your readers, the Hathaway, the Acme, and last, but not worst, the Criterion.
The last named I have grown for the first time during the past season, and have been much pleased with it. It is plum shaped, and rather small, but of a delicate flavor and pleasing appearance, and is a most prolific bearer. Its color is red and yellow, and in many instances it is very prettily mottled. At our last horticultural exhibition it attracted much attention, and obtained a first prize. I enclose a water-color sketch of one of an average size, many are larger and some smaller.
While writing about tomatoes, I may mention that in our neighborhood we have been much plagued by an immense number of the larvæ of the Five-spotted Sphinx,S. quinquemaculatus, during the past summer. The caterpillars are commonly called “Tomato Worms,” and are vulgarly supposed to be poisonous; I need scarcely add that the latter imputation is altogether foundationless. Like many other larvæ, they eject, when handled, a drop of liquid from their mouths, but this is quite innocuous. I killed about one hundred of these caterpillars in my own small garden, a number which, if left to their own wicked wills, would speedily have utterly defoliated the whole of my stock of plants.
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The above engraving of the Criterion Tomato has been prepared from the water-color sketch of Mr. Clementi, and will enable our readers to form a just conception of its size and general appearance.
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HORTICULTURAL GOSSIP. V.
How to Pack a Barrel of Apples.—Few growers of fruit are aware how much their success in the markets depends upon the manner in which their fruit is packed. And this matter is worthy of especial attention now that the apple is becoming so important an article of export from Ontario, because only such as have been properly put up will be purchased for shipment to foreign markets.
The best place for packing is in barns, or under cover of sheds, where wet weather cannot hinder, for apples should always be dry when handled to preserve their bright fresh appearance. They may be brought into the store house on a drag, either in bushel baskets or in barrels, which latter need not be emptied till packing time. If emptied in heaps, a few inches of straw should be first placed upon the floor, and the depth should not exceed two or three feet. Practically however, the most of our orchardists pack from heaps in the orchard.
The following suggestions for packing may prove useful to some of the readers of theHorticulturist.
1st—Put the name of the variety on the head of the barrel with a stencil, in the first place, because when headed up mistakes are easily made as to the kind enclosed.
2nd—Take out the bottom end and pack first the end intended as the head, placing in the first two layers by hand with the stems downward, so that on being opened the barrel may present a nice even appearance.
3rd—Select carefully, throwing out all wormy, spotted or bruised specimens, to be sold as culls or made into cider, and making the quality uniform throughout the barrel. The deceptive practice of making a fair show at both ends, and hiding poor stock in the middle deserves the severest censure as dishonest; besides proving the worst policy in the end, for what buyer would be twice deceived by such contemptible fraud.
4th—The barrel should be gently shaken several times while being filled, to settle the apples closely; after which the end will need to be pressed down only about three-quarters of an inch, for which purpose a lever or screw press will be found almost indispensable. Experiencewill soon teach just how much pressure is needed to keep the fruit from shaking about in transit. This is an important point, for nothing would sooner spoil a cargo of apples, or indeed of any other fruit, than rattling about in the barrels or other packing cases.
5th—Line both ends securely, for it is not an uncommon occurrence for the barrels to burst open with rough usage on the passage; and tighten all hoops, using only enough nails to hold them in place.
6th—Mark upon the head of the barrels the address of the consignee with a stencil plate, adding also some distinctive mark or monogram by which the shipper may be known in the market.
The reward of such care may not be reaped the first year or the second, but in time a reputation may be gained that will command a corresponding price for all fruit shipped.
The King of Tompkins Apple.—This apple is proving itself very desirable for cultivation in Ontario, at least on the Niagara peninsula; this season particularly, it has yielded an abundant crop of beautiful fruit. It is supposed to have originated in Wayne County, New Jersey, and has borne in different places the names, King Apple, Tom’s Red, and Tommy Red. We have seen it growing in Chenango Co., N. Y., where it is accounted a very sparse bearer, but with us it has yielded for more than one season an abundance only surpassed by such heavy bearers as the Baldwin and Roxbury Russet. It has fewer culls than the Northern Spy, which is the only large apple we would rank superior to it in quality; the latter producing a great many small uncoloured specimens on the under branches, while if the King hangs until about the first week in October, every specimen will become deeply shaded and splashed with crimson, and be uniformly large and showy. So fine a size does it attain that we find it not uncommon to fill a barrel with one hundred and eighty specimens of average size. The flavor is exceedingly agreeable, being rich and vinous, making it the best for cooking purposes; its large size alone debarring it from being also classed as best for dessert. It keeps nicely until February or even March, so that in this respect it has the advantage over the highly esteemed Esopus Spitzenburg.
As a market apple it is rising rapidly in favor. In Glasgow, where red apples are very popular, the King commands the highest price, and only this season has been quoted at from $5.00 to $7.00 per barrel, which however it may be wise to look upon “cum grano salis.”
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THE OLD KENTISH CHERRY.
When now I look back to when I was a boy,And muse on those objects that then gave me joy;Though few things of childhood in manhood will please,There’s sometimes a life-long attachment to trees.Some flowret or shrub in our garden or lawnOft carries us back to life’s earliest dawn;And there’s nothing impress’d on my memory more plainThan the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
When now I look back to when I was a boy,And muse on those objects that then gave me joy;Though few things of childhood in manhood will please,There’s sometimes a life-long attachment to trees.Some flowret or shrub in our garden or lawnOft carries us back to life’s earliest dawn;And there’s nothing impress’d on my memory more plainThan the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
When now I look back to when I was a boy,And muse on those objects that then gave me joy;Though few things of childhood in manhood will please,There’s sometimes a life-long attachment to trees.Some flowret or shrub in our garden or lawnOft carries us back to life’s earliest dawn;And there’s nothing impress’d on my memory more plainThan the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
When now I look back to when I was a boy,
And muse on those objects that then gave me joy;
Though few things of childhood in manhood will please,
There’s sometimes a life-long attachment to trees.
Some flowret or shrub in our garden or lawn
Oft carries us back to life’s earliest dawn;
And there’s nothing impress’d on my memory more plain
Than the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
The Snow-drop and Crocus, the vanguard of spring;What bright recollections these little flowers bring.The Daphne Mezereon, whose venturesome flowerSends forth its fragrance with the first April shower.Our own native Balsam with its silvery spray,And that noble old evergreen Spruce of Norway;These all have their charms, but my thoughts turn againTo the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
The Snow-drop and Crocus, the vanguard of spring;What bright recollections these little flowers bring.The Daphne Mezereon, whose venturesome flowerSends forth its fragrance with the first April shower.Our own native Balsam with its silvery spray,And that noble old evergreen Spruce of Norway;These all have their charms, but my thoughts turn againTo the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
The Snow-drop and Crocus, the vanguard of spring;What bright recollections these little flowers bring.The Daphne Mezereon, whose venturesome flowerSends forth its fragrance with the first April shower.Our own native Balsam with its silvery spray,And that noble old evergreen Spruce of Norway;These all have their charms, but my thoughts turn againTo the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
The Snow-drop and Crocus, the vanguard of spring;
What bright recollections these little flowers bring.
The Daphne Mezereon, whose venturesome flower
Sends forth its fragrance with the first April shower.
Our own native Balsam with its silvery spray,
And that noble old evergreen Spruce of Norway;
These all have their charms, but my thoughts turn again
To the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
Through association some objects we prize,Though the sight of them start a tear in our eyes;Yon grapery Janet planted, south of the hill,Though long she’s been dead, and her voice is now still,’Neath that vine fancy sees her, and hears as of yore,When sweetly she sang “Stilly Night” of Tom Moore.And when I first heard her, oh, I mind it so plain,’Twas beneath the old cherry that grows in our lane.
Through association some objects we prize,Though the sight of them start a tear in our eyes;Yon grapery Janet planted, south of the hill,Though long she’s been dead, and her voice is now still,’Neath that vine fancy sees her, and hears as of yore,When sweetly she sang “Stilly Night” of Tom Moore.And when I first heard her, oh, I mind it so plain,’Twas beneath the old cherry that grows in our lane.
Through association some objects we prize,Though the sight of them start a tear in our eyes;Yon grapery Janet planted, south of the hill,Though long she’s been dead, and her voice is now still,’Neath that vine fancy sees her, and hears as of yore,When sweetly she sang “Stilly Night” of Tom Moore.And when I first heard her, oh, I mind it so plain,’Twas beneath the old cherry that grows in our lane.
Through association some objects we prize,
Though the sight of them start a tear in our eyes;
Yon grapery Janet planted, south of the hill,
Though long she’s been dead, and her voice is now still,
’Neath that vine fancy sees her, and hears as of yore,
When sweetly she sang “Stilly Night” of Tom Moore.
And when I first heard her, oh, I mind it so plain,
’Twas beneath the old cherry that grows in our lane.
But apart from all this, I admire thee, old tree;Through many long years thou hast fruit yielded me,Which for canning, and drying, and baking in pies,From thy high titled cousins thou bearest the prize.And could I induce thee, ere saying adieu,To marry thy flowers to some rich Bigarreau.Throughout our lov’d country, through time, shall remainThe fame of the cherry that grew in the lane.
But apart from all this, I admire thee, old tree;Through many long years thou hast fruit yielded me,Which for canning, and drying, and baking in pies,From thy high titled cousins thou bearest the prize.And could I induce thee, ere saying adieu,To marry thy flowers to some rich Bigarreau.Throughout our lov’d country, through time, shall remainThe fame of the cherry that grew in the lane.
But apart from all this, I admire thee, old tree;Through many long years thou hast fruit yielded me,Which for canning, and drying, and baking in pies,From thy high titled cousins thou bearest the prize.And could I induce thee, ere saying adieu,To marry thy flowers to some rich Bigarreau.Throughout our lov’d country, through time, shall remainThe fame of the cherry that grew in the lane.
But apart from all this, I admire thee, old tree;
Through many long years thou hast fruit yielded me,
Which for canning, and drying, and baking in pies,
From thy high titled cousins thou bearest the prize.
And could I induce thee, ere saying adieu,
To marry thy flowers to some rich Bigarreau.
Throughout our lov’d country, through time, shall remain
The fame of the cherry that grew in the lane.
Paris, October 18th, 1878.
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MOORE’S EARLY GRAPE.
In the February number, page 22, we called attention to this new grape as one of considerable promise, it having received from that very careful and cautious body, the Massachusetts Horticultural Society, a prize for the best early grape. Since that time it has been tested another season, and received from that society the prize of sixty dollars for the best new seedling grape. It has also been exhibited before other societies, and received several first prizes. We have been so fully persuaded that it was a variety worthy of the attention of those who grow grapes in Ontario that we have requested Mr. Moore to send us an engraving shewing the form and size of the bunch and berry, so that the readers of theCanadian Horticulturistmay be able to form a correct estimate of its general appearance. We are happy in being able not only to say that Mr. Moore has kindly acceded to our request, so that we are able to give the engraving in this number, but has also sent an advertisement, which will be found in its appropriate place, informing our readers where, and at what price, they can secure plants that they can rely upon as being genuine.
This grape first bore fruit in 1872, being one of a lot of two thousand five hundred seedlings raised by Mr. Moore, and every year since that time it has been under examination by the fruit committee of the Massachusetts Horticultural Society, so that they have taken ample time to test its merits before it received the sixty dollar prize. The fruit, as will be seen on looking at the engraving, is large both in bunch and berry, the berries being as large as those of the Wilder or Rogers’ number four. The color is black, with a heavy blue bloom, and the quality considered to be better than that of the Concord. The vine is stated to be exceedingly hardy, having been exposed to a temperature of twenty degrees below zero without injury, and has also been entirely exempt from mildew. It ripens ten days earlier than the Hartford Prolific, and twenty days before the Concord.
The fruit committee, who examined several hundred of the vines growing in the same vineyard with the Hartford Prolific, found the fruit fully ripe on Moore’s Early, while the Hartford Prolific was not ripe, requiring a considerable number of days more to bring it to maturity. The earliness and hardiness of this grape are qualities ofconsiderable moment to all who grow grapes in our climate, whether they be grown by amateurs for their own tables, or on a more extended scale for the market. It is true that ripe grapes can be brought by express from more southern latitudes, and so come in competition with our earliest sorts, yet the more freshly gathered fruit will ever receive the preference, and the cost of transportation is always in favor of the nearer article. The large size and showy appearance of this grape will enable it to command attention in any market, while the quality of the fruit is sure to give satisfaction.
We hail with much pleasure the advent of these new grapes raised in high latitudes, believing that from them the Canadian will be able to make a selection of sorts that will make him quite independent of more southern vineyards. The Burnet Grape, disseminated by the Fruit Growers’ Association, of Ontario, last spring, we believe will prove to be a most valuable variety in Canada; and we expect to find other sorts, such as this Moore’s Early, and seedlings of Wm. Haskins, W. H. Mills, and others not yet sent out that will be planted with it, and give us a great abundance of delicious grapes, ripening early, and able to endure unharmed all the rigours of our climate.
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A PLEA FOR OUR SMALL FRUITS.
The farmers of Ontario seldom need to be urged to plant fruit trees, they are awake to their value both for home consumption, in the restricted sense of the producer’s household, and for market. They would not like to be without their apples especially, they are so very convenient and agreeable, can be used in so many ways, and contribute so largely to the comfort of the whole household. But the same can not be said of the small fruits. They have not yet been allowed to command the share of attention which their value deserves. The reason of this may in a large measure be found in the fact that they require attention after they have been planted, else they will yield no fruit. The apple tree, once established, is able largely to take care of itself, and in spite of entire neglect will yield considerable fruit. Not so with our small fruits. They require cultivation, to be kept freefrom weeds, regularly supplied with food, and to be properly trimmed. To do this was irksome, especially to one who did not know how to do it properly. Besides, it was small business in comparison with the more important crops of the farm, and the farmer felt that weightier interests demanded all his time and thought. There is some change in this respect for the better, but not all that there might be, not all that a true appreciation of our small fruits will yet produce. Those farmers who live near to the larger villages and towns have many of them discovered than an acre or so of small fruits is a very profitable acre, and well repays all the outlay for planting, tilling, and fertilizing. In a pecuniary point of view it pays. But we wish to call the attention of our readers to the fact that a supply of small fruits sufficient for the daily use of the farmer’s family during their season pays large, pays better than the village or city market, pays in many ways, pays far beyond any money value. Will it be necessary just here to stop and demonstrate that the acquisition of money is not the most important object in life? True, many live as though it was. To very many it doubtless is. There are men who will sacrifice health, and peace, and even life itself in the acquisition of money. But does it pay?
There is something of value in being able to supply one’s table with an agreeable variety. It is not conducive to our happiness or our health to be confined to a very limited number of articles of food. And He who best knows the wants of the physical man has furnished us with not only the staff of life, but with many other articles of food as adjuncts to that, which play no unimportant part in the perfect development and healthful continuance of our bodies. The wise man will seek to avail himself of these, and will find in our summer fruits a convenient and designed supply. As the summer heat begins, how grateful is the strawberry, with its mingled sweet and sour, counteracting the bilious tendencies of the season, and refreshing while it gratifies. Scarcely will it have passed away before the raspberry comes to continue the acid tonic with a change of flavors, thus enticing us in the use of a diet so healthful, until the ripening of the currants, and the gooseberries and the blackberries, and the grapes, as the season advances, gives ample scope for all our likes and dislikes, and an abundant supply of nutritious food and most agreeable medicine. For the sake of your health then, and that of your families, you will setapart some convenient spot for the cultivation of these small fruits, so that from the time that the strawberries ripen until the frosts come again, there will be fresh fruit upon the table every day.
Besides promoting the health of yourself and family, you will be adding largely to the enjoyment of all, and especially of the children. Who has not noticed the eager fondness of children for fruit? There is scarcely anything that delights them more. If then a few rods of ground devoted to small fruits will contribute not only to the health but to the happiness of your children, will it not pay? Will not anything pay that makes home more attractive to your children? Home, with its delightful memories, not the least of them the visions of delicious strawberries, and fragrant raspberries, and scarlet currants, and huge blackberries, and clusters of grapes.
But it pays also in an increased intelligence. One cannot cultivate his garden of small fruits without calling into exercise his intellectual faculties, and that in many ways. He will think in a different line from that which his mind traverses when he is engaged in the other and ordinary pursuits of the farm. The mind is enlarged by the contemplation of an enlarged variety of subjects. To grow these small fruits successfully one must study their requirements, not a difficult study by any means, but this exercise of the mind in another channel quickens its perceptions and awakens its activities. Besides, from the very nature of the operations, so different from the rougher and more muscular operations of the farm, there is brought into action the more delicate, shall we not say the more refined, qualities of thought and action, so that the man becomes more complete and symmetrical intellectually. And the children will grow up with enlarged knowledge and more refined tastes, just in proportion as the ordinary routine of farm life is varied and enlivened by the cultivation of those things which are usually embraced in the term horticulture.
On the score then of intelligence, of refinement, of health, of enjoyment, we commend to our farmers the cultivation of small fruits. Remember, we say cultivation, not the planting and leaving of them to take care of themselves; that is worse than not to plant at all, for it only ends in disappointment and disgust. But a garden of small fruits, well and lovingly tended, will repay a thousand fold all the care and thought bestowed upon it, in the increased health, happiness, intelligence and refinement of its possessors.
INDEX.