Extract of a Letter to the Editor, containing farther Particulars refpecting the Mangel Wurfel. AFTER taking notice, that hares are very fond of the Ruta Baga, fo as to have eaten a small patch of them almost entirely, he proceeds: "I experience the fame inconvenience with my Scarcity Root, with this differ ence, that there is fo much bulk of that, as to fet them at defiance; and that by their fize, there is not much trouble in burying a quantity of them, as I do potatoes, by which I last year kept them in ufe for my swine, till my early fown ones came in; and there remained fo much folidity and sweetness in the roots from which I had reap'd the feed when ripe, that the hogs fought for them. It is an argument much in favour of these roots, that they will be fet to hoe at a time the farmers (here at leaft) are at a lofs to employ their labourers, which will tend to prevent the great hurry at the feafon of turnip hoing; fo is their being attainable of fuch a fize foon after mid-fummer, (when our grafs is ufually burnt up), that an allowance of one hundred fquareyards a night to ten cows, with very moderate grafs in the day, kept them in full milk. I had this year as much Mangel Wurzel, as kept my cows till Christmas, and have a handsome stock buried for feed and for my fwine in the fummer; and notwithstanding I was unlucky in one parcel of my feed, which produced chiefly plants, with their crowns close to the ground, and roots with many fangs, instead of rising like the long pudding turnip, which they fhould do; and that I fowed part of them fo late (for experiment), that they acquired but fo fmall a fize, as obliged me to feed them on the ground, for which this, wet feafon has been very favourable; and withal, my labourers obferved, that the fame space of ground lafted, upon the whole, much longer than it would have done of turnips; and my dairy-maid complained, when the cows came to good turnips, drawn on to a fresh Sainfoin inclosure, that they ftunk of their milk. Having faid thus much in praife of my favourite root, I must mention one alarm I received, which I am willing to attribute to the ufe of it, although Dr. Lettfom affures me he has not heard of the like from any other quarter, which is, that two of my young cows repeatedly dropped down fuddenly, and had done fo feveral days, before my yardman informed me of it. When the farrier came, he bled them, and found their blood very black. I asked him if he had ever met with a fimilar cafe; and he told me, that when Mr. Coke of Holkham gave his cows fo many carrots, as brought all the hair off their skins, they were affected in the fame manner. This convinced me, that the juices of both these roots are too rich to be used too freely, and I ordered my cows a peck of potatoes each every night and morning; and heard no more of their falling but the week before the laft, the fame cows were affected in the fame manner, after having eaten nothing but turnips and ftraw fince Chriftmas day. How far this may clear Mangel Wurzel, in your mind, from the imputation of being too good, I know not; it will certainly make me cautious in my ufe of it alone but I must find fome weightier objection than I am yet aware of, before I abandon the culture of it. Notwithstanding my continued rage for potatoes and for vetches, and planting cabbages on the first ploughing after them; by which means, I can fhew fome land as clean as any which has been completely fummer-tilled for turnips; and for young ftock or croned fheep, the cabbages are very valuable; but for fweetnefs of cream, I have never yet met with any thing but natural grafs or potatoes to compare with Mangel Wurzel. : Norfolk, て Feb. 7, 1791. Sir, Your obedient fervant, Extracts from Whist, a Poem, just published. Praife of Whit. LET all the games that afk but little skill, For which of these can boast the pow'r to bind, 1 When ftrength of cards, with ftrength of trumps is crown'd, Let Ombre then amufe the fons of Spain, And ftill Piquette the Frenchman's game remain, 1 SIR, To the Editor of the Bee. THE inclosed I many years ago tore out of a magazine, and A. B. It To Mr. Urban, on his completing the eighteenth Volume ARTS, to complete what Nature but began, But while he rifes thus from arts to arts, Heav'n taught him Letters, and their powers affign'd: This Art, alone defcended from the skies, This, to late times preferved the fage's thought, But Science ftill retir'd from public view, Long, long her venerated page was rare, Ah! not to Science facred is the art, How kind the hand, that, bleft with friendly fkill, The tasteful feast in Novelty we find. For Twice Nine Years a conftant treat to frame, The fterling fenfe that's ftamp'd with St. John's Gate, While Envy yelis unnoticed at thy heel. 5 |