Bailey, of the Danbury News writes: The chief weeds with which the English farmer has to contend are thistles and poppies. There is nothing remarkable about thistles unless you are barefooted, but the idea of a poppy being a weed is striking enough. You know how choice we are of thein in our gardens at home, and what au addition to a plot are a halfdozen of these brilliant ly flo wering planta. Try, theu, to conjure up tbousands of them in one enclosure. They are called "red weed" in England. They flourish principally in the grain fields, wbere their deep red contrasta magnificently with the dark green of the wheat and barley and oats. I have seen fields so abounding with poppies, t.hat they looked as though they were spotted with blood. 1 have seen great beds of them springing from newly turned earth along the railways, and their beauty I never saw equaled in nature. Surely, Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like unto these - nor smelt like them, I hope. Hearing their scarlet heads among the dark green grain, they present a picture that must touch every heart - although differently. I have seen two men stand at a fence on opposite sides of a field, and gaze tor a half hour at the wonderful blending of color. The one was speechless, his eyes glistening with the mostexquisite delight. He was a tourist. The other was speechless also. But his eyes did not gusten. He was the owner of the field.