California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. 



The Little Black-Syed Rebel. 



BY WILL CARLETON. 



BOY drove into the city, liis wagon loaded 

 ST*) down 



Ijr With food to feed the people of the Brit- 



iL itih-yoverned town; 



U(;f And the little black-eyed rebel,60 cunning 

 ^^- and so ely. 



Was watcJiing for his coming from the 

 corner of her eye. 



lliB face looked broad and honest, his hands 



wiTe brown and tough, 

 The clothes ho wore upon him were homeBi>un, 



coarse and rouglx; 

 Kut one thcru was who watched him, who long 



tiuu! liugereii nigh. 

 And cast at him sweet glances from the corner of 



her eye. 



He drove up to the market, he waited in the 



line — 

 His apples and potatoes were fresh and fair and 



rtne; 

 But long and long he waited, and no one came 



to buy, 

 Save the little black-eyed rebel, watching from 



the corner of her eye. 



•Now who will buy my apples?" he shouted, 



long and loud; 

 And "Who wants my potatoes?" ho rei^eated to 



the crowd; 

 But from all the people round him came no word 



of a reply, 

 Save the blaek-eyed rebel, answering from the 



corner of her eye. 



For she knew that neath the lining of the euat 

 he wore that day 



Were long letters from the hxisbaud and the fath- 

 ers far away. 



Who were fighting for the freedom that they 

 meant to gain or die; 



Aud a tear like silver glistened in the corner of 

 her eye. 



But the treasures— how to get them? crept the 



question through her mind. 

 Since keen enemies were watching for what 



prizes they might tind; 

 And she paused a while and pondered, with a 



pretty little sigh; 

 Then resolve crept through her features, aud a 



shrewdness fired her eye. 



So she resolutely walked up to the wagon old 



and red; 

 "May I have a dozen apples for a kisR?" she 



sweetly said. 

 And then the brown fac6 flushed to scarlet, for 



the boy was somewhat shy. 

 And he saw her laugniug at him from the corner 



of her eye. 



"You niay have thera all for nothing, aud more, 



if you want," quoth ho. 

 "I will have them, my good fellow, but can pay 



for them," said she; 

 And she clambered on the wagon, minding not 



who all were by. 

 With a laugh of reckless romping in the corner 



of her eye. 



Clinging round his brawny neck, she clasped her 

 lingers white aud small, 



And then whispered "Quick, the letters! thrust 

 them underneath my shawl. 



Carry back again this package, and be sure that 

 you are spry !" 



And she sweetly smiled upon him from the cor- 

 ner of her eye. 



Ijoud the motley crowd were laughing at the 



strange, ungirlish freak. 

 And the boy was scared aud panting, and so 



dashed he could not speak; 

 And, "Miss, I have good apples," a bolder lad 



did cry; 

 But she answered, "No, I thank you," from the 



corner of her eye. 



With the news of loved ones absent to the dear 

 friends they would greet. 



Searching them \\ lio huugered for them, swift 

 she glided through the street. 



"There is nothing w<trth the doing that it does 

 not pay to try." 



Thought the little black-eyed rebel, with a twin- 

 kle in her eye. 



"^1 Friend in Needy'* etc. — Reliability 

 aud fair denling are virtues in business 

 which can be appreciated in no case more 

 thau when the services of an undertaker 

 :iYv, needed. Messrs. Trueman & "Wood- 

 row, of this city, have earucd the repu- 

 tiitiuu for straight forwardaud honorable 

 dealing in every detail that makes them 

 hosts of friends. They are often charit- 

 able, but never exhorbitaut. 



Prophecy of the Tuture Glory 

 of America. 



Tlio following prophetice poem, by an anony- 

 mous contriljutor, was published in some of the 

 eulonial journals prior to the Declaration of In- 

 dependence in ITTfJ: 



To years far distant, and to scenes more bright. 

 Along the vale of time extend thy sight, 

 Where the the lumrs and days and years from 



yon bright pole, 

 "Wave following wave, in long successions roll; 

 There see in pomp, for ages without end. 

 The glories of the Western World ascend! 



See, this blest land in her brightest morn ap- 



prars, 

 WakM from dead sIumluTS of six thouf^and years 

 While clouds of darkness vcil'd each cheering 



ray. 

 To savage beasts and savage men a prey. 

 Fair Freettom now her ensign bright displays. 

 And iK-ace aud plenty bless the golden chiys. 



In mighty iinmp America shall riso. 

 Her gloriis spniuling to the boundless skies; 

 Of ev'ry fair, she boasts tli' assembled charms, 

 The queen of empires aud the uurrie of arms. 

 See when; her heroes mark their glorious way, 

 Arm'd for the fight aud blazing on the day. 



Bloodstains their steiis; aud o'er the conquer- 

 ing ijlaiu, 

 'Mid tightmg thousands, and 'mid thousands 



slain. 

 Their eager sworils promisnuous carnage blend, 

 And ghastly deaths their raging course attend. 

 Her mighty power thro' subject world shall see. 

 For laiu'el'd conquest waits her high decree. 



See her bold vessels rushing to the main. 

 Catch the swift gales, and sweep the wat'ry 



])laiu; 

 Or led bv commerce, at the merchant's door, 

 Uulade the tr(;asureB of each distant shore; 

 t)r armed with thimder, on the guilty foe 

 llush big w.th dcatth and aim tho imx>endiug 



blow; 

 Hid every realm that bears tho trump of fame 

 Quake at the distant terror of her namel 



A Russian Fable. 



BY LAXJU.\ SANFORD. 



One day a farmer in his field 



Wits sowing oats for autumn yield. 



A young horse watched him on his way. 

 And gave at once a scornful neigh. 



"How foolish man is!" this colt thought; 

 "Hero in the very act he's caught 



"Of throwing oats upon the ijround; 

 Could auy rasher waste bo found ? 



"Give mc that heap, and I would show 

 What oats are good for— for I know. 



"Or even give them to tho crows, 



They have more sense thau this act shows! 



"Or hoard them carefully away. 



Man may want oats some future day!'* 



Well, time i)nsscd on. The aritumn grain 

 Was garnered from the field again. 



The farmer gathered oats tenfold, 

 Aud gave tiio horse all he could hold. 



Are wo not sometimes like this colt? 

 Wo send a criticisiug bolt 



'Gainst higher powers. We call waste 

 What is but wisdom, viewed in haste. 



We mock the providence that sends 

 Its aim through darkness to kind ends. 



The Rain Brops. 



A farmer had a field of corn of rather large ex- 

 tent. 



In tending which, with anxious wire, much anx- 

 ious toil he spent; 



But after working hard and long, he saw with 

 grief aud pain. 



His corn began to droop and fade because it 

 wanted rain. 



So sad and restless was his mind, at home ho 



couls not stop. 

 But to his fields repaired each day to view Iiis 



withering crop. 

 One day ho looked up despairing, at the sky. 

 Two little rain dri>pd in the clouds his sad face 



chanced to spy. 



"I feel so grieved and vexed," said«oue, "to see 



him look so sad. 

 I wish I could dohimsomegood;lndeedl8hould 



be so glad. 

 Just see the trouble he has had, and if it should 



not rain. 



Why, all his toil, and time, and care he will 

 have spent iu vain," 



"What use are you," cried number two, "to wat- 

 er so much ground? 



Tour are nothing but a rain drop, and could not 

 wet a mound." 



"What you have said," his friend replied, "I 

 know is very true. 



But I'm resolved to do my best, and more I can- 

 not do. 



"I'll try and cheer his heart a bit, so now I'm 

 oflT: here goes!" 



And down the little rain drop fell upon the far- 

 mer's nose. 



"Whatever's that?" the farmer cried; "was it a 

 drop of rjiin ? 



I do believe it's come at last; I have not watched 

 iu vain!" 



Fow, when the little rain crop saw his willing 

 friend depart. 



Said he, "I'll go as well and try aud cheer the 

 farmer's heart." 



But many rain drops by this time hod been at; 

 tracted out 



To see and hear what their two friends were talk- 

 ing so about. 



"We'll go 88 well," a number cried; "as our two 



friends have gone, 

 We shall not only cheer his heart, but water, 



too, his corn. 

 We're off. We're off!" they shout with glee, and 



down they felt so fast, 

 "Oh, thauk the Lord!" the farmer cried; "the 



rain has come at last." 



£l Hundred ITears. 



DY F. J. WALKER. 



A hundred years— it seeraeth long 

 To us, the children of to-day — 



We tell the tale and sing the song 

 Of olden time, so far awoy.i 



We sing of those heroic ones 



Wlio spurned the shackles of a throne. 

 And grim behind the rolling guns, 



Proclaimed that freedom was their own. 



Speak out, ye cannon, now once more, 

 Behold to-day tho whnln earth hears 



Thy voice — speak louder than before 

 The old truth of a hundred years. 



The story of that ancient bell. 

 How lightly, joyfully it swung; 



Indeed, it was oppression's knell, 

 Aud birth of liberty it rung. 



Ring out* ye freedom-bells, again, 

 Your voice is welcome to o\ir ears — 



The key-note that ye sounded then 

 Has echoed through a thousand years. 



Their battles-flags are folded now. 



The sword is rusting on the wall, 

 The clod is on tiie soldier's brow. 



But this is not the end of all; 



For yonder flag with crimson bars — 

 How glorious its joy ajiin-ars — 



Flaunts forth the triumph of your stars. 

 Tho freedom of a hundred years. 



The freedom of a hundred years 

 Tliey gave — oh, iiatriots sublime. 



The harvest of your toil and tears 

 Shall ripeu to the end of time. 



Our Country Lives. 



DY SOLOS' ROBINSON. 



A hundred years! a century dead? 

 A hiuidred years with banners spread. 

 Our country lived, lives! 

 And gains by what it gives; 

 Grows youngthough growing old; 



Grows strong on what it grows; 

 Though stalwart now, still Rrowing tall. 



From its vast wealth which overflows. 

 From golden mines tho farmer finds in every 

 soil. 



A hundred years, while growing old; 

 A hundred states, may they unfold; 

 And bnnners wave, wave 

 O'er States which Freedom gave 

 To form a Union strong; 



And stronger grown by years. 

 Until Centennial days shall be 



Millennial too, in spite of fears. 

 That through some fates, in several States, we 

 yet might bo. 



A hundred years our flag has waved; 

 "Our Country." now on banners graved, 

 Oiu- County still, still 

 As one in one good will, 

 Still every part as one 



Joins hearls. and hands, aud lives; 

 Lives now as through past years, 



And every wrong of each forgives, 

 Through love of old and not through fears; 



And that is why we cannot die— OiU" 

 Country lives! 



^itji ^ardcttiiig. 



Flowers. 



The beautiful flowers, the beautiful flowers. 

 They've a mission pure in this world of ours: 

 They minister gently of hope and love, 

 They teach our spirits to look above. 

 And we gaze on them till our thoughts arise 

 To the glorious bowers of paradise. 



Our garden is only a wee bit spot. 



In front of our humble snow-white cot. 



And tho haughty ll-irist might pass it by 



Ab imwortliy a glanc-e from his practiced eye; 



But dearer to me than regiil bowers 



To u monarch's heart, are our simple flowcre. 



We have gorgeous tulips of gold and jot. 



And gaudy searlet, in borders set. 



We hiive guy (.'aruations of brilliant hue. 



And the bf-autiful moss rose gemmed with dew. 



And we look on them with admiring pride — 



But our love is for those on the other side. 



There the delieate snow drop lifts its head. 



And the violet peeps from its lowly l>ed: 



Aud the breath of tho lily, the pride of the vale. 



Is floating sweet on the balmy gale; 



While around our duor the green ivy clioge, 



Aud the fragrant clematis its odor flings. 



Dearly I love the sweet fragrant flowers. 

 They've cheered and gladdened my lonely hours, 

 .\nd many a lesson ttiey bear to me 

 Of holiness, meekness and purity. 

 Oh. dreary and sa<l were this world of ourft 

 If God had withheld the bright, beautiful flow- 

 ers* 



TRIMMING PLANTS WHILE 



GROWING. 



r^ 



(^'17' VERY one admires a beautiful form 



l3 in a plant, an evenness of growth 

 I'l of tho various branches to give a 

 (ytl fine balance to it. There are some 

 Jp^ plants whose habits are naturally 

 straggly and uncouth. While they are 

 growing a little nipping back of the lead- 

 ing branches with the fingers, or with a 

 pair of shears, will hold them in check 

 while other branches will be encouraged 

 to grow to the same size. We will cite, 

 for instance, the Lemon Verbena. This 

 seldom mades a sightly shrub when left 

 to itself, although it is a favorite owing 

 to its sweet scent and delicate green. By 

 pruning back the leading branches, it 

 will soon grow into a well-rounded and 

 closely formed shrub. If yon wish it to 

 grow tree-shaped, encourage it to grow 

 tall by nipping back the ends of side 

 limbs till it has acquired the right hight; 

 then, to prevent it growing one-sided 

 and to make it well-formed, nip back all 

 shoots which are out of balance. This 

 same system can be applied to roses ger- 

 imiums. and in fact to any plants that 

 are desired to grow into better shape. It 

 is not at all necessary to cut branches off 

 close to the stalk, iu fact it is better not 

 to do so. But a little nipping back of 

 the ends of growing shoots is all that is 

 required. 



MADEIRA VINES IN-DOORS. 



A San Jose lady is cultivating the Ma- 

 deira vine in-doors. She has some grow- 

 ing in pots upon the parlor mantle. The 

 vines are wreathed over and about the 

 frames of pictures upon the white walls, 

 and are as delicately beautiful as any- 

 thing we ever saw. Out of doors, the 

 Sl.idelra vine grows vigorously and pro- 

 duces a heavy, dense foliage. In-doors, 

 the vines are slender, the leaves fine in 

 texture and tender green, aud really our 

 ideal of perfection. We had to ask what 

 it was, so different different did it look 

 from the Madeira vine which twined 

 over the trellises of the piazza in front of 

 the cottage. We are sure that any lady 

 who will try it, will be thankful for the 

 information. You can procure the tub- 

 ers that cluster about the base of Madei- 

 vines as they grow out of doors, aud 



