USEFUL INFORMATION on KITCHEN GARDENING, by Mr. RICHARD WESTON, OF LEICESTER.

[From the Thirteenth Volume of the REPERTORY of ARTS and MANUFACTURES.]

ELIEVING the following alphabetical lift of all the ufeful plants now cultivated in the moft esteemed kitchen-gardens in England, explaining at one view the number of crops of each fort requifite to produce a conftant fucceffion of vegetables throughout the year, for the use of the table, with

the proper time of fowing and planting, may be acceptable to thofe of your readers who are not proficients in the art of gardening; your inferting it in the Repertory of Arts, &c. will oblige, yours, &c.

RICHARD WESTON.

Time of fowing and planting.
Sow, March, Auguft.

....

2

2

March, Auguft.

Plant, March or April.

Sow, March or April.

Plant, March or April.

....

O&t. Nov. Dec. Jan. Feb.

Cut down the stalks, July.
Plant, March or April.
Sow or plant, March or April.
Plant, Oct. under a fouth wall.
Tranfplanted February or March.

4 Plant, Jan. Feb. March, July.
Feb. March, April, July.

4

....

Sow, Feb. or March.

1 Plant, Oct. or Nov.

3

I

I

4

3

3

I

Feb. March, May, June.
Feb. March, June.
March, May, June.

Plant, Oct. or Nov.
2 Sow, May, June.

Plant, Oct. or Nov.

for feed,

I

March or April.

Capficums

POETRY.

ODE for the NEW YEAR.

By HENRY JAMES PYE, ESQ. POET LAUREAT.

I.

NCESSANT down the stream of Time,
And days, and years, and ages roll,
Speeding through Error's iron clime
To dark Oblivion's goal;

Loft in the gulf of night profound,
No eye to mark their fhadowy bound,
Unless the deed of high renown,

The warlike chief's illuftrious crown,
Shed o'er the darkling void a dubious fame,
And gild the paffing hour with fome immortal name.

II.

Yet, evanefcent as the fleeting cloud,

Driv'n by the wild winds o'er the varying skies,
Are all the glories of the great and proud,
On Rumour's idle breath that faintly rife.
A thoufand garbs their forms affume,
Woven in vain Conjecture's loom;
Their dyes a thoufand hues difplay,
Sporting in Fancy's fairy ray;
Changing with each uncertain blaft,
Till, melting from the eyes at laft,

The fhadowy vapours fly before the wind,
Sink into viewlefs air," nor leave a rack behind."

III.

But if the raptur'd train, whom Heaven infpires
Of glory to record each deathlefs meed,
Tune to heroic worth their golden lyres,
And give to memory each godlike deed,
Then fhall th' eternal guerdon wait,
The actions of the wife and great;
While, as from black Oblivion's sway,
They bear the mighty name away,
And waft it, borne on pinion high,
With joyful carol to the sky,
Sage Hiftory, with eye fevere,

Tracing aloft their bold career,

Clears the rich tale from Fiction's fpecious grace,
And builds her facred lore on Truth's eternal bafe.