Imagine our delight one day this last spring in receiving the following report of sales from our commission agent in New York: "Sold 384 quarts for $5. Worst day ever known."

"Oh, plant strawberries; keep planting; sure to pay; now is the time to go in!" So say all the fools who don't know the slightest about the enormous extent of the business, and how easily it is overdone. The berries we shipped above cost us 1½ cents per quart for freight, 2 cents for picking, and 1 cent for incidentals. Total 4½ cents to send to market, and nothing in view for land, labor, plants, manure, baskets, interest, profits, etc. What a wretched business! so uncertain, and still the press says, "Plant more, so the poor people can buy cheap; " the nurserymen say, "Plant more," because they want to sell more plants; every disgusted strawberry grower says, "Plant more," because he wants to sell out all the plants he has got; the basket men say, "Plant more, we want to make some more out of you;" and the commission men say, "Plant more, we have not done with you yet." Farewell, strawberries; our bed of 1874 is the last we will ever grow.