A friend, residing in Ireland, on whose judgment and good
faith we can rely, sends us a melancholy report.
" —, near Dublin, 13th September 1849. "I am :sorry to say, the potato is showing very badly. In this neighbourhood I thought all MIS safe, until Sunday last, when I saw several fields quite black and stinking. The roots I did not see; but I have seen other very bad specimens from various quarters. I was in one field on Sunday which on the previous Friday was quite green, yet the stocks when I saw them were quite decayed; and it was remarkable that ridges of parsnips, mangold-warzel, and an experimental ridge of a stmuge Peruvian grain, were perfectly healthy in appearance. There were some stray stocks of potatoes among the parsnips black and withered, while actually in contact with bright green leaves of the other vegetables. This is a sad calamity, taken together with the fact that in June last close upon a million of the people were in receipt of public alms—eating up, like locusts, the means of their future maintenance."
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