Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1856-04-18
Seeds and Seeding.

genuine seed store, that does us good.
Even when we lived in the West and went
to the country store, where the annual
box of seed from the "Union Shaker Vii
lage," or the late rival box from elan
dreth," was displayed, We felt a relaxation
and smeh garden long before it was time
to have one But how much more excl
ting and comforting is it to go into seed
establishment True, seed is a seed.
But it is a good deal more than seed. 1t
has 4 history, and is ready for another his
tory. A whole summer is wrapped up in
that pea \ whole summer is wrought to
! form that bean A whole summer spent
its time about that ear Of corn. 1t came
forth small as needle. 1t stood tremu-
lous and yellow for weeks, it waxed apace
in June, it rustled in July, it stood up
the noblest of all grasse, in August, with
a many -frinsed band of flowers on its lap,
and with baby ear at its breast, with
sikcn hair hanging down uucombed yet
uutangled, and spotted and powdered with
pollen This is the time to wander in the
corn! You are hidden at six steps. 1t is
a pet forest. People ride past and wagons
roll within few yards of you, and you
are unsecing and unseen. The wind
comes in gentle pufls, and set all the PHI
ant sword leaves a-quake, Little birds
that do not know that you are there fly in
and alight within hand reach, but at a
glance, seeing their mistake, fly as if the
tassel were hot and burut their feet =! We
see all that, in those barrels of Tuscarora
corn, in that white flint corn, and in that
yard-long ear of yellow flint.
Here are bins of peas. We shall take
the Cedo Multi for our early crop, and the
Champion Of Hnslanh for our main supply
of marrowfat peas. We will add quar-
each of Bishops Long Pod and the Bri-
tish Queen. Do not think that We are
looking simply at these little shriveled
pellets Each pea is lens. We see
through it afar into summer. There stand
long rows of pea vines! They would fain
shake hands with you, and hold out little
clusters Of sweet blossoms, the only hand
which they have. We have seen the wind
shaking hands with them often.
Dear beans Here you are. Though
you do come up wrong end first, after you
are up, nothing can be more praiseworthy
than your conduct Here is the Lima,
full of twiring aspirations, for whose in
dustry no pole is long enough, and alas,
no summer either, in Berkshire county.
We must turn, therefore, for the next best,
to the London Horticultural pale bean.
But here are yellow, black, speckled, dun
coloIed, red, bush beans, the world-re
nowned snaps. Beans will be honorable
so long as succotash has one firm friend.
This boon the Indians left us. Succotash
is liquid compromise between corn and
beans. 1t is perfect when its flavor is that
of corn lapsing into bean, and of bean Just
changing into corn. In short, it is a dish
whose flavor represents the evanishing
point of both bears and corn, toward
mystic vegetable union in some happier
sphere But to be perfect there should
always be hieropbantic bit of pork, pre-
siding over the nuptials and giving its unc-
tuous blessing.
In those little rough and ragged shells
reposes the germ Of the Bassano beet, best
of all early bects. The poets celebrate the
early bushes of the morning For our
selves We have preference for the extra
early turnip beet!
Honest Cabbage! Who could believe
that mighty drumhead, or a wrinkled
savoy, would ever emerge from that little
brown seed Aristocratic Caulifiower -
one of the few flowers that do best in pot
As we look about at all the stock of gar
den goods, celery, cucumber, eggplant,
radisb, parsnip, lettuce, We almost hear
the bees hum, and hens grooming and
scratching in the garden! Those pumpkin
seeds swell as we look at them into great !
red globes and lie plump and fat all over
the corn fields!
All, wicked Water.melons, ye lie stumb
ling blocks in the boys way! If tempt
ting to sin is itself sin how many will be
scored up against you.
And here is the brilliant Pepper. How
much these little red checked cherry pep
pers put one in mind of equally pretty
checked maidens. Alas, yes! That there
is no disputipg about tastes, is true to no
one more than him who has bitten pep
per-pod.
l can hear the insects buzzing over the
beds Of thyme, sage, summer-savory.
can imagine myself lying under apple
trees in faint afternoon Of August, and
smelling the fenuel, the dill, the carroway,
which every puff Of wind brings from the