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of her "mother's memories," for some 

 of us big folks are only children grown 

 big, with hearts and heads that enjoy the 

 "Corner" as well as little folks, and I 

 often wonder if it would not make us 

 happier and better, to, if we all indulged 

 more iu the sports and joys of children. 

 Eaciikl a. E. 



i0mc$tic» 



Don't Take it to Heart. 



There's many a trouble 



Would break like a bubble. 

 And into tbe waters of Lethe depart, 



Did not we rehearse it, 



And tenderly nurse it, 

 And give it a permauent place in the heart. 



Tht^re'8 many a sorrow 



Would vanish to-morruw. 

 Were we not unwilling to furnish the wings; 



So sadly intruding. 



And quietly brooding. 

 It hatches out all sorts of horrible things. 



How welcome the seeming 



Of looks that are beaming, 

 Whether one's wealthy, or whether one's poorl 



Eyes bright as a berry. 



Cheeks red as a cherry, 

 1 he groan and the curse and the heartache can 

 cure. 



Resolved to be merry, 



All worry to ferry 

 Across the famed waters that bid us forget. 



And no longer tearful. 



But happy and cheerful 

 We feci life has much that's worth living for yet. 



BY A NEW CONTRIBUTOR. 



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gSj*©. Ageicultukist : I am a farmer's 



4if wife, and have been a reader of 

 Tff , your valuable paper two years, and 

 (yfi I have gained a great deal of infor- 

 o|i^ matiou through its columns. In 

 the January number, a lady asks some 

 one to tell her how to wash colored flan- 

 nels without fading, shrinking, etc. I 

 will give her my way: Make a strong 

 soap suds with luke warm water. To 

 each pail of water put iu one tablespoon- 

 ful of liqiaid ammonia. Prepare the 

 water before puttiog the flannelsinto the 

 tub. If necessary to take them through 

 a second suds, add only half the quantity 

 of ammonia the second time. Kinse 

 through warm water. 



I also have a good receipt for washing 

 calicoes to prevent them from fading. If 

 any of the lady readers would like the 

 receipt, they can have it by asking 

 through the Aoeicultttkist. 



Will some one please tell mo how to 

 kill lice on goats? Ours are very lousy. 



As one of your corresijondents has 

 asked how to do it, here is my receipt 

 for making sweet pickled currants: Let 

 the currants stand six hours iu weak salt 

 water, then drain through a colandar. 

 'When well drained, put into a stone jar. 

 To every pound of currants, take one 

 pound of sugar and a pint of cider vine- 

 gar, with spices to suit the taste. Put 

 the sugar and vinegar over the stove and 

 let come to a boil, then pour it over the 

 currants boiling hot. Boil the juice once 

 a day for three days. Peaches can bo 

 put up in the same way. 



Miis. L. W. 



Flora wants to know if any of our 

 lady readers can tell her how to remove 

 tea and coffee stains from table-cloths; 

 and we supplement the query by asking 

 if chloride of lime will not do it. 



lU Santa Cbra County is to have a 



beautiful atlas. A competent corps of 

 artists, writers, statisticians, surveyors, 

 J etc-., are making rapid progress with the 

 Tl\ ^^".''''- ^'aiiy of the most prominent 

 liuildings and most i!nport:iut i>Iaces will 

 bo elegantly lithogi-aphed. The whole 

 ' work will be one of much value and in- 

 '"■' tcrest. 



10WJ5 iXml #ivb. 



Over in the IMEeadow. 



ItY MR.S. ULr\'E A. W.VDSWORH. 



[A Kindergarten play for twelve little boys, 

 from "Songs for Our Darlings." The recita- 

 tions should be single; the sounds and motions, 

 such as winking, etc., given by the whole, in 

 concert.] 



First Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, in the sand inthe sun. 

 Lived an old mother toad and her little toady 



one. 

 " WinkI" said the mother; "I wink," said the 



one. 

 So she winked and she blinked, in the sand, iu 



the sun. 



Second Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, where the stream runs 



blue, 

 Lived an old mother fi,sh and her little fishes 



two. 

 "Swim!" said the mother; "We swim," said the 



two; 

 So they swam and they leaped where the stream 



runs blue. 



Third Boy- 

 Over in a meadow, in a hole in the tree, 

 Lived a mother bluebird and her little birdies 



three. 

 "Sing!" said the mother; "We sing," said the 



three; 

 So they sang and were glad in the hole in the 



tree. 



Fourth Boy — 

 Over in the meadow, in the reeds on the shore. 

 Lived a mother muskrat and her little rattles 



four. 

 " Dive!" said the mother; "We dive," said the 



four; 

 So they dived and they burrowed in the reeds on 



the shore. 



Fifth Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, in the snug bee-hive. 

 Lived a mother honey-bee and her little honeys 



five. 

 " Buzz!" said the mo her; "We buzz," said the 



five; 

 So they buzzed and they hummed in the snug 



bee-hive. 



Sixth Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, in a nest built of sticks. 

 Lived a black mother crow and her little crows 



six. 

 "Caw!" said the mother; " We caw," said the 



six: 

 So they cawed and they called in the nest built 



of sticks. 



Seventh Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, where the grass is so even. 

 Lived a gay mother cricket and her little crickets 



seven. 

 " Chirp!" said the mother; "We chirp," said the 



seven; 

 So they chirped cheery notes in the grass soft 



and even. 



Eighth Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, by the old mossy gate. 

 Lived a brown mother lizard and her little liz- 

 ards eight. 

 "Bask!" said the mother; " We bask," said the 



eight; 

 So they basked in the sun by the old mossy gate. 



Ninth Boy — 

 Over in the meadow, where the clear pools shine 

 Lived a green mother frog and her little froggies 



nine. 

 " Croak!" said the mother; "We croak," said the 



nine. 

 So they croaked and they splash<'d where the 

 clear pools shine. 



Tenth Boy- 

 Over iu the meadow, in a sly little di n, 

 Lived a gray mother spider and her little spiders 



ten. 

 " Spin!" said the mother; "We spin," said the 



ten; 

 So they spun lace webs in their sly little den. 



Eleventh Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, in the soft summer even. 

 Lived a mother fire-lly and her little flies eleven. 

 "Shine!" said the mother; "We shine," said the 



eleven; 

 So they shone like stars in the soft summer even. 



Twelfth Boy- 

 Over in the meadow, where the men dig and 



delve. 

 Lived a wise mother nut and her little antics 



twelve. 

 "Toil!" said the mother; "We toil," said the 



twelve; 

 So they toiled and were wise where the men dig 



and delve. 



"OUR CORNER." 



HAPPY greeting, nephews and 

 neices! Here is something for us 

 to puzzle our brains over, and I 

 am not sure but it is a point well 

 worth discussing. Amanda puts 

 tile question as follows: 



Santa Ceuz, March, l«7n. ^ 

 Dear Aunt Polly: Feeling interested iu 

 the plan which you suggest for mutual 

 improvement, I venture to send, as an 

 answer to your puzzle, the following, 

 suggested by a friend at my elbow: It is 

 what we often find in the form of a roll 

 with fire at one end and a fool at the 

 other. My friend, you see, is very out- 

 spoken, and a little prejudiced against 

 anything which you, dear Aunt Polly, 

 would hope the young cousins will h;we 

 nothing to do with. 



Jerry has been a good deal exercised of 

 late about a matter which presses sorely 

 upon his conscience, and I have resolved 

 to lay it before you for advice and com- 

 ment. The "Good Book" tells us decid- 

 edly, among the commandments, "Thou 

 sha'lt not kill." It does not add what; 

 therefore, should not the command be 

 construed to kill not at all— neither bird 

 nor beast? Food we have in abundance 

 of a variety of sorts without taking life, 

 still, to many of earth's inhabitants, ani- 

 mal food has become a necessity. Jerry 

 has a passion for hunting. Game is shy 

 and unapproachable. He has been 

 tempted to shoot robins and larks, and 

 has received numberless rebukes from 

 the bird defenders. Jerry asks if life is 

 not as dear to every living creature as to 

 each little bird, and what difference 

 whether one is born a robin or a jack 

 rabbit; is it more of a crime to take the 

 life of one than the other? 



Sincerely, yours, Amanda. 



Aunt Polly will only say that if you 

 will look a little farther into the " Good 

 Book" you will find other commands 

 which involve the taking of animal life, 

 both for food and other purposes, and 

 still others that provide for the punish- 

 ment of those who take human life; so I 

 think that settles the question as to ichat 

 we are not to kill. However, killing any 

 animals for sport is cruel and wrong. 



Here is a new correspondent. How 

 do you do, Willie. Glad to shake hands 

 with you : 



Cknteeville, March, 1870. 

 Aunt Folly: I am nearly twelve years 

 old, but not too old to write to you. The 

 answer to Jennie's puzzle is "Air." I 

 have one which I think is still more dif- 

 ficult. Here it is: 



I am composed of IG letters. 

 My 7, 5, 2, G, 8 is a large man. 

 My 8, 9, 15 is a weight. 

 My 8, 11, 10 is a metal. 

 My 12, 2, 8 is a small animal. 

 My 3, 2, 3, 4 is an article of ornament. 

 My 1, 1*1, IG is what old people some- 

 ! times wear. 



My 13 is a consonant. 

 My whole is the nama of an American 

 author. 



Please imt this in your jmirnal. 



WiLI.IK A. 

 Jennie brings another puzzle for you. 

 I wonder if she will be as successful in 

 solving Willie's enigma as he was in 

 guessing hers. Do not allow yourself to 

 be beaten by a boy, Jennie. 



LiVEEMoHK, March, 187G. 

 I)c((r Aunt I'olli/: I have written once, 

 and do not know that I ouglit to write 

 again, but I thought I would send the 

 answer to the enigma somebody sent 

 you. It is the letter "O." I got thir- 

 teen soiiarate words from the word "car- 

 pets." Here is a riddle that is not new, 

 Imi perhaps some of the "cousins" have 



never seen it, and for mo it was very ' 

 hard : 



There is a thing in many lands 

 Teaches multitudes but nothing under- 

 stands. 

 It is not in Italy, but in Piome it doth 



appear; 

 It comes in every moment, but not iu 



twenty year; 

 It's in all kinds of timber, but not iu any 



tree : 

 It's in all kinds of mountains, but not in 

 land or sea. 

 I remain, your niece, Jennie D. 



You did very well to get thirteen words 

 from "carpets," but you are beat, for 

 here comes another little niece, only ten 

 years old, who has done still better: 

 LivEEMOEE, March, 187G. 

 Dear Aunt Polly: My papa takes the 

 Ageicultukist, and when it comes I 

 always turn to the children's "corner." 

 I like puzzles very much. I tried to see 

 how many words I could make out of 

 "carpets," and succeeded iu getting one 

 hundred and sixty-five, which I send you. 

 [Will give the words another time.-Aunt 

 Polly.] I think the answer to Jennie's 

 rebus is "air." As this is my first letter 

 to you, I will make it short. 

 Lovingly, your little niece, 



Maky C. 

 Aunt Polly thinks there are still more 

 words that can be found by using the 

 letters as many times as you please. To 

 the little girl or boy who will send us the 

 most Aunt Polly "will send the pair of 

 chromes, "Chicks" and "Birds." Now 

 all try real hard, won't you? -ind now 

 hear what Georgie has to say: 



San Jose, March, 1867. 

 Dear Annl Polly: Every night my mam- 

 ma reals to me and my lit.le brother 

 after we go to bed, and it is a real nice 

 way to do, because it makes us sleejiy, 

 and we dream of stories and things. I 

 like the children's "corner" ever so 

 much, and hope lots of girls and boys 

 will write to you, and I wish the big ones 

 would tell us something fuuiiy,_ too. 

 Mamma read me what "M. E. T.'' said 

 about telling us some funny stories, if 

 they would let her, and I ■ want you to 

 be sure and ask her to, right away. 



Your niece, Geoegie. 



LiVEEMOEE, March, 1870. 

 Aunt Polly: In looking over the child- 

 ren's "corner" of the Ageiccliueist I 

 found the enigma, and think I can solve 

 it. It m\ist be the letter "0." I have 

 written an enigma, which I send you. 

 If you think it worthy of a place in your 

 columns I should be glad to see it pub- 

 lished. 



I am composed of -12 letters. 

 My 11, 2, 7, 26, 29, 41, 20, 35 is an 

 aniiual of the hog kind. 

 Uy IS, 33, 40 is a weight. 

 My 15, 24, 32 is a domestic animal. 

 My 30, 38, 25, 30 is a the mouth. 

 My 26, 10, 8, 12. 30, 39 is peril. 

 My 1, G, 13, 39, 2, 42 is an iuclosure. 

 My 30, 19, 14, 34, 30 is the sap of a 

 fruit. 



My 22, 23, 28, 27 is quiet. 

 My 17, 4, 5, 32 is to raise. 

 My 31, 16, 21, 23 is to fit. 

 My 37, 9, 27 is a kind of fluid. 

 My whole is something that we always 

 welcome. 



Yours, To.MMV Claek. 



Now here is a little anecdote you will 

 like: 



A child went with her mother to buy 

 shoes, and was shown some congress 

 boots with a row of buttons up the side 

 in imitation of bnttoued-bools. She de- 

 clined trying them on, and when mam- 

 ma insisted, she declared they w-ere only 

 mitke-believe buttoned-shoos, and she 

 did not want to wear anything that w;is 

 a sham. "Please let me try a pliiin 





