feeble, and did not promise to resist any blights in the spring, which, however, with all its unpleasant vicissitudes, passed off very well; and nothing looked better than the wheat at the time of blooming;—­but at that most critical time of all, a cold, dry east wind, attended with very sharp frosts, longer and stronger than I recollect at that time of year, destroyed the flowers, and withered up, in an astonishing manner, the whole side of the ear next to the wind.  At that time I brought to town some of the ears, for the purpose of showing to my friends the operation of those unnatural frosts, and according to their extent I predicted a great scarcity.  But such is the pleasure of agreeable prospects, that my opinion was little regarded.

On threshing, I found things as I expected,—­the ears not filled, some of the capsules quite empty, and several others containing only withered, hungry grain, inferior to the appearance of rye.  My best ears and grain were not fine; never had I grain of so low a quality:  yet I sold one load for 21_l._ At the same time I bought my seed wheat (it was excellent) at 23_l._ Since then the price has risen, and I have sold about two load of the same sort at 23_l._ Such was the state of the market when I left home last Monday.  Little remains in my barn.  I hope some in the rick may be better, since it was earlier sown, as well as I can recollect.  Some of my neighbors have better, some quite as bad, or even worse.  I suspect it will be found, that, wherever the blighting wind and those frosts at blooming-time have prevailed, the produce of the wheat crop will turn out very indifferent.  Those parts which have escaped will, I can hardly doubt, have a reasonable produce.

As to the other grains, it is to be observed, as the wheat ripened very late, (on account, I conceive, of the blights,) the barley got the start of it, and was ripe first.  The crop was with me, and wherever my inquiry could reach, excellent; in some places far superior to mine.

The clover, which came up with the barley, was the finest I remember to have seen.

The turnips of this year are generally good.

The clover sown last year, where not totally destroyed, gave two good crops, or one crop and a plentiful feed; and, bating the loss of the rye-grass, I do not remember a better produce.

The meadow-grass yielded but a middling crop, and neither of the sown or natural grass was there in any farmer’s possession any remainder from the year worth taking into account.  In most places there was none at all.

Oats with me were not in a quantity more considerable than in commonly good seasons; but I have never known them heavier than they were in other places.  The oat was not only an heavy, but an uncommonly abundant crop.

My ground under pease did not exceed an acre or thereabouts, but the crop was great indeed.  I believe it is throughout the country exuberant.  It is, however, to be remarked, as generally of all the grains, so particularly of the pease, that there was not the smallest quantity in reserve.