Right here was a change : Mrs. Tarryer sat down, and the reporters will have it that M'Tavish began to speak, but I vow it was Uncle Sam, though I admit that M'Tavish wore that day one of the late Col. Schnipticket's blue swallow-tail coats with brass buttons, which he filled remarkably well, and did bear some faint resemblance to U. S. But do take notice of what he said ; the flask of apple brandy - cool process - he had in his pocket in the morning will not explain all of it:

"Friends and feller citizens ! I'm right glad to be with you here ! We've sarched these states through without finding a garding before reely fit for a woman to go into, and here we see she owes that perfection to herself ! Brother Jonathan and me hev just returned from a tower among the spearmint stations, as you call 'em, and I tell you, they are weedy ! Not one farmer in five thousand - bar'in genelmen present who can see what is before 'em - know what it is to make land clean enough for a crop of flax ! Gar'ners are wus, and ig'nant capital is holdin' land for a rise, growin' weeds in-stid o' grass. This has gone on till the lads of your stations think weediness is manly and fashnab'l. I wish you to understand, friends, that idee never did and never will tallow ! Brother Jonathan and me want word to go out as soon as next Christmas when, as a matter of course, we shall all mean well by posterity - that next summer, after fly-time, if any sign of weediness is found around any spearmint station, that everything of the male sect, approaching or past the age of puberty at said station, shall be sterilized ! We must have better public examples anyhow ! For my part, I - -------".

Here the band struck up "Hail to the Chief" with vigor, and I lost sight of Uncle Sam, or M'Tavish, whichever it was, 'till the people were scattered about the garden, when the latter appeared in fine feather, with a large following of farmers, gardeners and practical men, he explaining the different plats of grass with great volubility; and they say now he is going to run for Congress. Down under the seats of the grand-stand I picked up an armful of experiment station reports, with leaves turned down at "Botanical Division," "Experiments with Grass," " Plat Tests," etc., and passages marked, which showed that somebody had observed the prevalence of weeds and the mortality among grasses at those seats of learning, and was going for them with a rush.

Brass bands are good things for regulating uncertainties in public meetings - don't forget it! Our show passed off charmingly. Mrs. Tarryer is still receiving letters full of grief from eminent men who couldn't be there. Several children have already been baptized Ovina, Trivialis, Glyceria, Holcus and the like mellifluous names, on account of her "Late Melon Party," and besides, quite accidentally as it were, there has been a wonderful increase of industry and intelligence in regard to weediness and grass culture. There is nothing like indirect teaching and object-lessons for educating the masses.

P. S. from Mrs. Tarryer: -

" Dear Mr. Editor : Dr. Tarryer is usually very correct, but he is an artist by his impressions, and the day he wrote this letter he was suffering from a return of "la Grippe" and heavy doses of quinine, so that, although the tout ensemble of his work is excellent, as far as it goes, some of the details are exaggerated and might be misunderstood. Everybody hereabouts knows that our house is as open as "Pigs in Clover," and all that cared to know, knew that Messrs. Camperdown and M'Tavish were in training for the parts mentioned. The latter gentleman had a good deal on his mind, of course, and is liable to get excited, but Mrs. M'Tavish had secured the flask referred to, and dropped it through the platform and broke it previous to her husband's speaking. We found the music useful, certainly. M'Tavish has all the zeal of a recent convert and no patience with the work of the stations. We feared, if he was allowed to go on much further, he might say something that would not be pleasant for the friends with us connected with those admirable but slow maturing institutions. Mr. Camperdown's remarks, in the character of Brother Jonathan, were much more agreeable.

Several of the young gardeners, scientists and clergymen called attention to the exquisite appearance of the many varieties of turf in pure cultures, but what they said was fully reported in the journals of the day.

"September was a hard month for shows', but we were very fortunate in the weather. The expense and trouble we were at were justified in the end by the rapid changes in our neighbors* opinions, and need not be repeated as grass gardens become plenty,

"Yours truly,

"Mrs. Dr. A. B. Tarryer" [We also have a sharp letter from Mrs. Tarryer taking us to task for omitting from the last issue a picture of a pensive young woman in the act of using one of her improved weeding thimbles. We have hesitated somewhat lest the heads of some of our young gardeners might be turned, and they should start for Tarrytown forthwith. But the following day we received a confidential letter from Dr. Tarryer, urging us to use the picture for domestic reasons of his own, and we have complied. Dr. Tarryer also gives us the following advice: " Save all your misfit canes and spent parasol and umbrella handles! Mrs. Tarryer puts hex weeding thimbles on the small end of them, with the greatest success, in any weeding or thinning of seedlings. Knock off the ferule, fit a loop of old watch spring to the tip, and drive the ferule on to bold it. Beats all!" - Ed].