Delaware Gazette

"Cozy"—Among the places to which we were invited while at Delaware last week, was the home of Rev. Wesley J. Wells, at the upper end of Sandusky street. Brother Kellam and ourself happened to be the only ones to tea, though there were plates and places for ten or twelve. We felt so free with the family that we made bold to request sister Wells and daughter to put us up some sandwiches and cake, as we were going to try the cars most of the night, and did not know whether or where breakfast next day could be found. In the three-quarters of ground attached to the parsonage—we shall call it parsonage, though owned by brother Wells himself—were all varieties of vegetables, grapes, cabbage, tomatoes, onions, lettuce, potatoes, etc. One of the grape shoots, brought from the island of Iona, cost $2, and in the well protected hot-beds there must have been over one hundred of the Delaware cuttings, some of them already having well-developed roots. They are worth at least fifty cents apiece. In one corner of the cellar—the house is on a declivity—is a spring of water, abundant and clear, which is conducted by pipes to three miniature tanks, the first one having in it several common brook fish, and the middle one with seven fat gold-fish, that Summer and Winter disport themselves as they list in the constantly-changing liquid. There were over two hundred strawberry plants—the Albany Seedling—and we stooped down to count the number of berries to a plant. The first one we touched had sixty on it—not ripe, of course—the next, seventy, and a third, one hundred. If it had been a week later, what times, with the cream and sugar of the parsonage larder, we should have had!