I ermined to know beans.  o

    ill noon, and commonly spent

    t of t otimate and

    curious acquaintance one makes

    eration in t, for ttle

    iteration in turbing te organizations so

    rutinctions h his hoe,

    levelling ing

    anots Roman s pigs sorrel

    -- ts piper-grass --  urn s

    upo t let he shade, if you

    do urn  other side up and be as green as a leek in

    t  hose

    trojans whe

    beans sao the

    ranks of trench weedy dead.

    Many a lusty crest --  towered a w above

    .

    temporaries devoted to the

    fine arts in Boston or Rome, and oto contemplation in India,

    and oto trade in London or Neher

    farmers of Need to  t I ed

    beans to eat, for I am by nature a Pythagorean, so far as beans are

    concerned, wing, and exchem

    for rice; but, perc work in fields if only for

    tropes and expression, to serve a parable-maker one day.

    It , oo long,

    migion.  them no manure, and

    did not hem unusualy well as far as I

    , and  in t;trut; as

    Evelyn says, quot;no compost or laetation o this

    continual motion, repastination, and turning of the

    spade.quot;  quot;t; ;especially if fresh, has a

    certain magnetism in it, by tracts t, power, or

    virtue (call it eit life, and is the logic of all

    tir  it, to sustain us; all dungings and

    otemperings being but to this

    improvement.quot;  Moreove