"E." says: "The racy sketch of hawthorns in your February number, by your intellectual correspondent, W. T. Harding, of Mount Holly, N. J., will kindle a glow of pleasing remembrance of youthful days in every British-American heart. I remember well the blossoms in May, and the haws in November. It is the British hedge-thorn, which poets and orators have made famous, that caused all other species to be highly prized. Burns paints it with silver and gilds it with gold in expressing his ardent love for " Highland Mary:"

"How richly grows the gay green birch ! How sweet the hawthorn's blossom ! As when beneath its fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom."