

California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. 



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(JHE leafy bowers are sung of, and the seats *ueath 

 the primrose hedt^e, 



And t he yeatH by the shady maple, and the nooks 

 by the wnter'e edge. 



There are lines to the vine-clad arbor— cool ref- 

 uge of summer time; 



But the Charms of a cheerful straw stack I never 

 saw in rhyme. 



Sometimes I chance npon one, in my plodding, rural 



way. 

 And am truly, surely tempted to Indefinite delay, 

 And set-king its sunny Cviruer, I build my caKth-s there. 

 Those well-known, royal structures that disappear in 



air. 



I dream of joy and sweetness; all hard paths fade 

 away. 



And only my hope and the sunshine illuminate the 

 day. 



Then, wooed by the brooding quiet. I count my bless- 

 ings o'er, 



While the blue, soft sky entreats me to think of clouds 

 no more. 



I fashion plans for the future, where I'll get a new 



book every week, 

 And tickets for concerts and lectures whenever I 



choose to speak. 

 I muse o'er my sometime travels, when "my ship 



comes over the sea," 

 And visions of Rome and Paris in my Journeyings 



come to me. 



I shall see the Vatican famous, and behold the world 



renowned toe 

 Of Pius now reigning so widely — infallible man, you 



know 

 I imagine I see St. Peter's, and standing awe-struck 



'neath the dome, 

 I wonder if it is a cathedsal, and I am at last in Rome. 



In "merry England" and Scotland, ia Ireland, too, I 

 I must roam. 



Going over the bogs and marshes, to kiss the "blarney 

 stone. " 



Just here my thoughts are scattered. Blue-eyed broth- 

 er Ben finds me out; 



A picture of brown-faced wonder, he soys, ''What are 

 you about ? 



" I've hunted and hunted an hour, and can't find any 

 fish-line; 



I want to go fishing with Charley, and ma says it's tea- 

 kettle time." 



I rise up and leave quite reluctant, but my feeling of 

 unrest has flown. 

 • And richer 1 feel for that hour spent by the big straw 

 stack alone. 



Modern Ethics. 



BY HELEN E. CLINTOH. 



It may be sound philosophy. 



As pertinent as brief. 

 To name a man a financier 



Who should be called a thief. 



It may be a Christian charity, 

 That looks with lenient eyea. 



And says a man exaggerates. 

 When I should say, '• He lies." 



It be modem purity 



To say a man it "fast," 

 Who drags his victim down to death, 



Then prates of follies past. 



It may be modern justice true 

 Tiiat hurls her to the grouud; 



I'd hold the trembling creature up. 

 And strike the scoundrel down. 



Labor. 



Toil swings the ax and forests bow: 



The seeds break our in radiant bloom; 

 Rich harvests smile behind the plow. 



And cities cluster round the loom. 

 Where towering domes and tapering spires 



Adorn the vale and crown the hill — 

 Stout labor lights his beacon fires 



And plumes with smuke the forge and mill. 



The monarch oak, the woodland's pride. 



Whose trunk Is seamed with lightning scars, 

 Toil launches on the restless tide 



And there unrolls the flag of stars; 

 The engine, with its luugs of flame. 



And ribj of bruss and j<iintsof steel. 

 From Labor's plastic fingers came. 



With sobbing valve and whirling wheel. 



Here sun-browned toil with shining apace 



Links lake to lake with siver ties. 

 Strung thii'k with palaces of trade 



And tuiniiles towering to the skies. 

 'Tis labiir wi>rkB the magic press 



Anil turns the' crank in hives of toil. 

 And biTki)iisnngt-lR down to bless 



Industrious hands on sea and soil. 



Keep the Heart Light as You Can. 



BY CHAIILKS SWAIN. 



We havp always enough to bear, 



We have always a something to do; 

 We have never to seek for care. 



When we have the world to get through. 

 But what though adver-sity test 



The courage and vijjor of man, 

 They get through misfortuue the best 



Who keep the heart light as they can. 

 Though there's always enough to bear. 



There is always a something to do; 

 We have never tu seek for cure 



When we have the world to get tbrongh. 



If we shake not the load from the mind, 



Our energy's sure to be gone; 

 We umst wrestle with care, or we'll find 



Two loads are less easy than one. 

 To sit in discimHoIate mood 



Is a poor and a profitless plan; 

 The true heart is never subdued 



If we keep it as light as we can. 

 Though there's always enough to bear, 



'I'here is always a something to do; 

 We have never to seek for care 



When we have the world to get through. 



There's nothing that sorrow can yield. 



Excepting a harvest of pain; 

 Fur better to seek fortune's field. 



And till it and plow it again. 

 The weight that exerti<m can move. 



The gloum that decisii>n may span. 

 The manhood within u.s but prove; 



Ihen keep the heart light as you can. 

 Though there's always enough to bear, 



There is always a something to do; 

 We have never to seek for care 



When we have the world to get through. 



Follow Up the Plow. 



BY WILL 8. HAYS. 



Hird times are now upon us. 



And the people are in debt; 

 The country's lull of trouble, 



And the worst is coming yet. 

 'Tis not without its causes, 



And we'll plainly tell you noW| 

 The only way to stop it 



Is to follow up the plow. 



Chorus— Then follow up the ploy, boys. 



Follow up the plow; 

 If you would build the country up, 



Just follow up *he plow. 

 Then follow up the ploy, boys. 



Follow up the plow; 

 If you would build the country up, 



Just follow up the plow. 



Fill up your fields and prairies 



With a crop that's "good as gold," 

 And mine your hills and valleys wide, 



For iron, salt and Coal. 

 The earth is the producer. 



And we can tell you how 

 To make a princely fortune — 



'Tis to follow up the plow. Chorus. 



There are too many people 



Who from their duty 6h rk. 

 Who'd rather make a fortune 



By some other means than work. 

 The man who plants potatoes 



Corn, wheat or cotton now. 

 Is king among the "moneytd men;" 



He follows up the plow. Chorus, 



Farmer's Song. 



'Tis writ in records of the past. 



And all the days of yore. 

 It will be in the present time. 



Till time shall be no more, 

 That all the wealth, and power, and might. 



Attained by human hand, 

 Is taken from, and built upon. 



The precious, fruitful land. 



Realms and nations now are built; 



Great scepters, thrones anil crowns. 

 Gigantic cities, towering high, 



And o'er the earth fair towns; 

 But from their lofty hight could be 



To desolation hurled. 

 Did we but stretch onr hands on high. 



And cease to feed the world. 



The vaunted hight that idlers gain. 



Proud rulers of the laud; 

 Who wield the might of armies, too. 



Which move at their command; 

 Thev tain look down on us, we see. 



The proud lip then is curled. 

 Think not, my lord, we'll serve you long; 



'Tis we who feed the worldl 



The low shall learn their power in time, 



'I hat thrones are useless things, 

 And crowns of honor by and by. 



We'll give our real kings; 

 'Tis those who feed, and those who teach. 



Who then shall rule the laud. 

 And rulers then, in that good time, 



Shall move at our command I 



—[Western Rural, 



Sow to Reap. 



Ever so little the seed may be, 



Ever so little the hand; 

 But when it is sown it must grow, yon see, 

 And develop its nature, weed, flower or tree; 

 The sunshine, the air and the duw are free, 



At its command. 



If the seed be good, wo rejoice in bopo 



Of the harvest it will yield. 

 We wait and watch its springmg up. 

 Admire its growth and cnuuton it* crop, 

 That will come fmm the little seeds we drop 



In the great wide field. 



But if wo htedleesly scatter wide 



Seeds we hapi>en to find. 

 We care not for culture 4>r what may betido, 

 Wo BOW here and there on the highway side, 

 Whether they've lived or whether they've died. 



We never mind. 



Yet every sower must one day reap 



Fruit from the seed he has sown; 

 IIow carefully then it becomes us to keep 

 A watchful eye on the seed, and seek 

 To sow \vhat is good, thut we may not weep. 

 To receive our own. 



The Sower. 



BY D. W. O. PACCABD. 



Sow. farmer, sow, for the seeding time is her«. 

 Plant for the future and sow for the year. 

 But weed out the thistle, and root up the thorn. 

 Make room for the apple, the wheat and the corn. 



With font on the spade, and with hand on the plow. 

 With grime on the puliu, and with sweat on the brow. 

 Press onward, brave yeoman— thy vassal shall be 

 All green earth that stretches betwixt sea and sea. 



The roll of the thunder, the beat of the rain. 

 The wind of the mountain, the breath of the plain. 

 The shimmer of moonlight— the dew, and the sun- 

 Shall aid thee and cheer thee till Harvest is won. 



Move on to the front, then, with shovel and hoe — 

 The corn field shall rustle— the hillside shall glow— 

 And Plenty and Peace shall abide in the land 

 Which Labor hath conquered and Freedom hath 

 planned. 



Centinela Orange Grove. 



The Los Angeles £^xpress of June lltli says: 

 It probably ia not generally known, but this 

 young grove will be the largest orange orchard 

 in one inclosure in the world. It covers 

 nearly three hundred acres of the choicest 

 land in the Centinela valley, and contains 

 seme 13,000 orange trees nearly five years 

 old. Planted between the rows are some 2,500 

 almond trees, now three years old. The 

 almonds will bear this year, and will yield 

 about six pounds per tree. In two years they 

 will easily yield twelve pounds per tree, or 

 S6,000, Two thousand lime trees four years 

 old, are in this orchard, and they will in two 

 years yield $5 per tree, or $10,000. The 

 almonds will be dug up as soon as the oranges 

 begin bearing. In the meantime, they will 

 pay the entire expense of attending to the 

 orchard. The orange trees will commence 

 bearing in Hvo years. Two years later it is 

 reasonable to suppose they will yield 1,000 

 oranges to the tree, which at one cent apiece, 

 would give an income of $130,000. As they 

 will hardly ever sell for less than one and a 

 half to two cents apiece, an income of $200,- 

 000 to $'250,000 from the Centinela orange 

 grove is a quite reasonable expectation. The 

 fruit wilt be of a fine quality, as the oranges 

 grown at the Centinela Kanch House are 

 large and luscious. 



Ornamenting Home. — The green house, 

 flower beds, lawns, drives, ornamental trees 

 and shrubs receive considerable attention, but 

 not as much as they deserye. Remove all at- 

 tempt at such things from any place and its 

 value is decreased at once in a very large pro- 

 portion. It is money well spent. There is 

 iio lesson of more importance than to teach 

 the art of making home pleasant. This is 

 one of the ways to keep the boys and girls on 

 the farm, and to make them satisfied i^ith 

 their situation. For the want of something 

 nice many a boj' has left the country home, 

 made a poor lawyer, or clerk, who would 

 have made a good, successful farmer. — Frof, 

 ]\'. J. Beal. 



