Peter B. Mead, Esq.: As we have passed through another winter, and a severe one for fruit trees and vines, it may not be uninteresting to you to know the result of the season on the fruits and vines in this place; and I will write a short letter, giving my observation on them, hoping that they will be of a little interest to you as a horticulturist to pay for their perusal.

The peach blossoms are almost all killed, I having seen but about twenty blossoms this spring; and the trees are coming out with but a very few leaves, and look mostly dead.

I have seen but one solitary cherry blossom; and the trees look bad, and as if they were dying.

Plums look bad, and are leaving out very scattering, and I have not seen a single blossom about here this spring.

May there not be something gained in the loss of the above fruits for a season or two, in the destruction of the curculio by the loss of their favorite places for depositing their eggs, and thus they die out 1

Pears did look well in the early spring, and the trees blossomed quite full; but from the first to the seventh of May, while the pear was in blossom, we had cold weather and some snow, with the ground frozen hard on three successive mornings and ice made nearly one eighth of an inch thick, which I think killed the young pears, as the blossom leaf turned brown and the pears which had formed dropped off, so that there are but a very few left. Apples blossomed quite full, and have set well, and there is now a prospect of a good yield of fruit, if they do not blast hereafter.

Grapes are badly killed. Most all of the old Catawba, Isabella, and Diana vines are killed to the ground.

Young vines, two and three years old, of the newer kinds, in my little nursery, which were cut back closely last fall and buried about five inches deep with earth, came out this spring in the following condition:

Diana, two years old, killed to three buds.

Clara, two years old, killed to two buds.

Rebecca, two years old, killed to three buds.

Concord, three years old, killed but two or three buds on the end of the shoots.

Herbemont, three years old, killed back to three buds at the bottom of shoots.

Union Village, two years old, killed to one and two buds at the ground.

Delaware, three years old, alive to the ends of the shoots, and looks very finely.

Anna, three years old, alive to the ends of the shoots, and looks well.

Lenoir, three years old, all died to the ground.

To Kalon, two years old, alive to the end of the shoots, and looks well.

Elsingburgh, two years old, alive to the end of the shoots, and looks well.

I have thus given my observations so far, and trust that you will excuse the liberty 1 have taken, as I suppose your time may be occupied to better purpose than attending to letters like the above, and I have made it pretty long.

Respectfully, your friend, Henry L. Stewart.

Middle Haddam, Conn., June 6, 1861.

[We are obliged to you for your notes on the effects of the past winter; they are valuable, and we should be glad to have more of them. In regard to the cur-culio, the loss of the plum crop unfortunately affords us no immunity, for this pest, in the absence of plums, goes to the pear, apple, and other fruits. The plum would seem to be its frst choice; deprived of that, it will attack almost any fruit at hand, as you can now convince yourself by examining your fallen apples and pears, etc, when you will see multitudes of the unmistakable crescent marks. The results in regard to your vines are very nearly those that have reached us from many different sources, the Delaware in every instance coming out entirely uninjured. It remains where wo placed it, at the head of the list of all our hardy grapes. - Ed].

Ed. Horticulturist: I am dreadfully shocked to find myself in print; have always had a perfect horror of appearing in the papers. In this instance, however, there is one comfort; the public will know that I didn't mean to be published, for my poor letter bears internal evidence of that fact in my request that you would give your answers to " Maggie;" and if you had only given me that as a "nomme de plume," it wouldn't have been so bad. "Mais n'importe;" it's a bad wind that blows nobody any good; and I console myself by remembering that the publication of my letter has procured me the counsel and sympathy of other experienced horticulturists beside yourself. Before the March number of the Horticulturist reached me, I received a letter addressed to Mrs. Carrie D. M., and I smiled, as I thought it from some absent-minded correspondent who had forgotten to write the remainder of my name. But on opening it, I found it was from one of whom I had never heard before, and who in the kindest manner advised me as to what roses to plant and how to treat them. And I feel a presentiment that this circumstance will make this very kind gentleman and myself fast friends for life.

And then the very courteous proprietor of the Kentucky Nurseries kindly sent me his opinion about my apple trees, and I think it is correct, because in many instances the bark has blackened where there is no appearance of the borer, and because the diseased part is always on the south side. He says," The injury is done in winter or early spring. We frequently have warm days in January, February, and March, which start the sap into motion; we then have a storm Which ends in a hard freeze, and this congeals the sap which has commenced to flow, causing it to burst its sap vessels. It cannot then either ascend or return, but sours, and causes the place to decay. The remedy is to bind some straw round the trunk in the fall, and let it remain until next season, first removing all the dead bark, and killing all the grubs where there are any; and by putting clay round the dead place, it will grow over more readily. And sometimes the disease is caused in May in very hot weather, when the sap is flowing very freely.

The straw will prevent it in either case".

Query, is this the blight 1 I have already had my trees doctored in the way prescribed, and am so thankful that there is any hope of saving these trees. 1 had given them up. I have quoted this information at such length, because there are perhaps many novices in this part of the Union, (?) where our climate is so changeable, to whom it will be as valuable as to myself. 1 wish you could procure from this gentleman such articles for your journal, for the benefit of Kentucky horticulturists. It is just such plain, practical information as we beginners need.

You will have to let me write you another letter about the pears and roses, I have strung this out to such a length. And in answer to your many compliments, if you will come over our river to Kentucky, and help me out of my troubles, I will promise you as a reward, if you are a marriageable gentleman, my little daughter, who is quite a young lady now, as much as two or three feet high - pro-vided you are all that I think the Editor of the Horticulturist ought to be, and are willing to wait twenty years for her; and for your example will introduce you to the best husband in the world, one who "has a soul" even "larger than my own." And if you are not a marriageable gentleman, I can enjoy your visit the more, without the fear of losing my daughter. Jesting aside, it would be a real charity for you to visit this benighted region, for I have no doubt as a consequence Horticulture would receive a new impetus in this section, and we will promise to leave no means untried to make your visit agreeable. You may publish this, or as much of it as you choose. Don't care how many letters I have in the papers now; feel perfectly desperate, as all people do who have lost a good character, since losing mine for diffidence.

Kindly and respectfully, Mount Sterling. Carrie D. M.

[Well, Carrie, we were just a little shocked too when we found we had published the whole of your letter, but we supposed it was all to be printed; and, in fact, we couldn't help it. How could you send us such a gem, and expect us to hide it in the dark? It is seldom indeed that we have such a shining light for an example to our readers, and we wished to show them, especially our female readers, that woman is never more beautiful than when enlarging her sphere a little outside of the four recognized wooden walls to which many would confine her; that if woman's legitimate sphere is home, that home embraces something more than the rooms, within their dwelling. True, we might have suppressed the whole name instead of a part of it; but we mistook "Maggie" for a term of endearment for the magazine. Did you ever see more child-like simplicity than that 1 Then, again, when somebody says a really good thing, we all want to know who says it. On the whole, we think it has all turned out just right; for it has done you good, and the public too. The disease described by your Kentucky friend is what is called the blight The cure he recommends is a good one, but the best preventive is to let your trees branch lower down, some two or three feet from the ground.

This is a good plan, indeed, not only for your part of the Union, but for all parts of it, and especially for novices. Certainly, write us all about your Pears and Roses, and we will do all we can for you. - And now for the little daughter. We have made up our mind, and the thing is done; we are bound to go to Kentucky, and you and our little love of a lady shall see whether we do not come up to the provisions. Twenty years! they will glide swiftly by, and seem like nothing, for the love we bear her. Bless the little soul, we send her a thousand kisses. We'll have a nice time when we come to Kentucky. We hope she'll say, like little Johnny Grant, " Well, father, there's something worth living for when Mr. Mead comes, ain't there 1 " And then, too, we are to be introduced to the best husband in the world, who has a larger soul than your own. Tell him to be prepared for a hearty embrace; for, next to a woman, we do love a man with a big soul. We are impatient to be off; for with you, your husband, and our "little love," we can see nothing but the purest enjoyment. - So you see, Carrie, we have taken you at your word, and published most of your letter; but you have no reason to feel desperate while engaged in doing a good deed.

The other Carrie you allude to has returned home, and will pick up no more chinqui-pins in Mississippi: the climate was too much for her husband's health. She is a sweet girl, and we had another good time when she came back. And so closes our chat for the present. - Ed].