California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. 



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A STRAY 



CEM FROM 

 COURT. 



CUPID'S 



Me. Editor: In looking over my pa- 

 pers, the other day, I came across the 

 iollowiug specimen of a love-letter, and 

 thinking it would be as pleasing, if not 

 us instructive, as the carrespondence of 

 "Angie" and "Inglewood," I concluded 

 to send it to the Aguicultukist. The 

 letter is a true verbatim copy of the 

 original, and quite a joke attached to it. 

 It was written to and received bj' the 

 lady in the year 1862, while dated for- 

 ward to ISIio. And as the writer failed 

 to pay postage, the lady was notified and 

 had to .send the requisite stamp. 



Ansie. 

 Pine Ilant Abril 32 1865 



My Dear seen it is you I thought I 

 wold write to you once more ant to see 

 if you wold write to mee or not I wishet 

 you wold write to mee fore I wold like to 

 hear from you this is three letters I have 

 sent to you ant I havent receved one 

 frome you yet if you wanto git JIarrit I 

 wisht you wold Come out htar fore I 

 want a wife verry bat I am left all alone 

 aut I Caut worke in the house aut out- 

 oors too I want a women ant 1 must 

 have one aut I shall have one if j-ou cant 

 Como I wisht you wold sent me elysee 

 EUeu or some other nice girl that wants 

 to git marrit to a good husbaut as Frank 

 Fox is he is a glibber now if you wanto 

 git marrit now is your thime ant hear is 

 the blase to git marrit fore any boty 

 wants a husban if you Dout wauto git 

 Marrit quite yet I wold like to have you 

 write to mee so that I may Know whare 

 you are for I thing a good Deel of you I 

 wishet you wold sent mee your likeness 

 if you Dont thing of Coming out and I 

 will sent you mine so I will gloso ant 

 will write to you as often as you will 

 write to mee yours truly Miss Jerusha 

 Duret Cowlesville Wyoming County New 

 York From Mr Frank Fux Pinelslant 

 Goodhue County Minnesota box 50 tell 

 the folks I am rich I have got 120 achers 

 of lant I care fore noboty 



ant noboty cares fore mee 



UP-COUNTRY LETTERS — NO. 8- 



BY EACHEL A, ELT. 



Rest! Oh! the magic of its power! 

 The few know its joy only when their 

 over-tasked bodies and brains may freely 

 revel in its calmness, feeling it their 

 right and duty to do so. Few of us can 

 do this. Circumstances enchain and en- 

 slave ns to such an extent that we even 

 carry our fret and worry into our 

 churches, and often make the day of rest 

 one of labor and fatigue. I felt this as I 

 lay under the cool shade tree on Sabbath 

 last and listened to the quiet voice of 

 my hostess, who makes Sunday a rest- 

 day surely, cooking only a breakfast on 

 that day. Cold meat, bread, butter, 

 cake, milk, fruit and such fare, serves 

 the other meals. The dishes are left for 

 washing till next morning. So, I say, as I 

 lay listening to my friend, who was giv- 

 ing me her idea of what the day of rest 

 should, and was intended to be, and 

 compared it with the way an old sexton. 

 Deacon P., whom I knew, used to "en- 

 joy" his Sunday, which he "allowed" 

 was the hardest day of the week to him, 

 I could but mark the contrast. Being a 

 carpenter, he had only Sunday to trim 

 his lamps, sweep, dust, and make ready 

 for service. Seven or half-past found 

 him on hand; and Sunday-school at nine, 

 bells to ring for that and the church, 

 Bible-class meeting after church, then 

 home to dinner and back to light up 

 and ring for evening service at early can- 

 dle light. Nine o'clock usually found 



all dark and quiet at the church and he 

 on his homeward w^ay. What time to 

 think or rest for the next day's duties? 

 Ah, well, ho rests well now, poor man, 

 I trust, for he is sleeping under the sod, 

 "till the day of judgment," as the good 

 Baptist brothers say. 



Ah, friends, God is good and just to 

 all, aud as I look up to the deep blue 

 space above, which we childishly call 

 Heaven, and think of the millions of 

 other worlds tloating and guided by the 

 same Hand, my heart thrills with joy at 

 the thought that the Power which con- 

 trols them and fails not, can but be true 

 to mo and my actions, if I am but true 

 to my self according to my ability. 



I notice that j-our correspondent, "P. 

 F. P.," thinks my reasoning to strong 

 for an invalid or too weak for a well 

 brain (?). Ah, friend, we are all inva- 

 lids -only varying in degree and inten- 

 sity. Point out the well man or woman 

 and I will be glad, for in my weakness 

 all I meet give me their symjiathy through 

 their own infirmities, supposing, doubtless, 

 that misery likes company. Then, 

 again, invalid brains are only weak, dis- 

 abled brains, not always vitiated or nar- 

 cotised by bad habits, tobacco and 

 liquor — unless, indeed, drugged as many 

 are with medicines, in the vain hope of 

 purifying by adding impurities to the sys- 

 tem. 



I cannot, of course, attend church 

 very regularly, in my invalid condition, 

 but I judge the teaching by the lives of 

 those who do listen week after week, and 

 is not that a sage way to judge? "One 

 man cannot be everything, " but if you 

 "are not so sure that we can break a 

 physical law without violating a moral 

 precept in the same act, or its conse- 

 quences," why is it not the preacher's 

 duty to try to stop the breaking of a 

 physical law, if in so doing he is jjrevent- 

 inrj the violation of a moral precept? 

 That's the very point, though I don't 

 wish to "quarrel with them." Oh, no; 

 only to beg the young men just starting 

 on their Master's work to combine the 

 physical with the moral and spiritual 

 laws, both by precept and example — 

 giving up all habits that tend to demor- 

 alize brain and bodj-, and fearlessly ad- 

 vocating simplicity in life. I would 

 simply, yet earnestly, beg all teachers to 

 seriously consider this matter, and so 

 work for the common good of all. I 

 blame them not for the good they do, 

 but pray that that should not be ne- 

 glected which so much needs to be done. 



There are plenty of beatiful streams in 

 the mountains on either side of us, 

 where wo can find lovely places to make 

 a camp and spend a week or mouth de- 

 lightfully. There is nothing we enjoy 

 better, and I think all families who can 

 ought to give themselves this treat at 

 least once a year. 



San Jose, August, 1S70. 



^ono aud ttivb. 



CAMPING OUT. 



• BY BnsY BEE. 



Dear mothers and house-keepers, did 

 you ever go camping? Those who never 

 have, know nothing of its attractions; 

 and those who have, will agree with me 

 I am sure, in saying it is splendid. Just 

 take your little children, and a tent and 

 all the requisites of a camping expedi- 

 tion, and go somewhere every summer. 

 It does not matter much where. Eight 

 here in our own mountains I have spent 

 many happy days with my family camp- 

 ing. And howwe do all enjoy it, and 

 how good we all feel, and what appetites 

 we all have I I know there are many 

 who cannot go, and a great many who 

 think they cannot who might if they 

 would, or "really realized the benefit they 

 might derive from a trip to the moun- 

 tains of a few days. I know it is not al- 

 ways easy for us to go, there are so 

 many little things to see to on a place. 

 But we manage to go and take the chil- 

 dren once during the summer, and often- 

 tr if possible. It is not necessary to go 

 to the coast, where it costs more or less. 



Farmers' Boys. 



BY 1. B, 



Out in every tempest, 



Out in every yale, 

 liulTeting the weather, 



Wiud, bturm nnd hull. 

 In the nicBciow muwiii^ 



Where the old oak hlood; 

 Every flitting moment 



Kaeh Hkilltul hand employs — 

 BleH8 inel were there ever 



Idle farmers* hoys? 



Though the palm bo calluiiH, 



lluUlin^ fHHt the plow, 

 The round cheek is ruddy, 



And the open brow 

 Has no lines or fttrrows 



Wrought by evil hours. 

 For the heart ke-'ps wholosome. 



Trained In Nature's buwefft; 

 Healthy, hearty pastime, 



The spirit never cloys; 

 Heaven bh'ss the manly. 



Honest farmers' boysl 



At the merry husking. 



At the apple-bee. 

 How their hearts run over 



Witn Kenial. harmless glee! | 



How the country maidens 



Blush with cousi-ious bliss, 

 At the love-words whispered 



With a purtiiig kiss! 

 When tlic wintix evenings, 



With their social joys- 

 Bless me! they are pleasant. 



Spent with Farmers' boys. 



OUR CORNER. 



CVVi'^ELL, children, another month 

 'tM finds us here again, as new and 

 rVy fresh as ever. There is one good 

 \!k^ thing abont the Aorioultuuist, it 

 y^ is always new until the next num- 

 ber comes out. It is not like a daily 

 paper, nor like a mushroom to grow up 

 and get old all in the same day. It is 

 good for a whole month, and then good 

 to file away to be bound into a book at 

 the end of a year to be new until the 

 next volume is fresk bound. And after 

 my little nephews and nieces grow up, 

 what will afford more real enjoyment 

 than to look over the old letters they arc 

 now writing to the AcEictJi-TUEisT, if 

 they but preserve the numbers in bind- 

 ing? 



Another summer has flown, ai\d now 

 comes autumn. As the weather grows 

 milder after the summer heat, how re- 

 freshing the air, and how grateful to the 

 palate the luscious fruits! The vegeta- 

 tion which has kept green during the 



I summer always takfs a new start at this 

 season, and grows again as spring-like as 

 possible. You will notice the pumpkin 

 and melon vines showing this new- 

 growth very plainly. Everything fresh- 



[ ens up by the cooler days and damper 



; nights. 



Now is a good time to start cuttings of 

 flowers and plants, aud to plant seeds of 

 perenni.al plants and flowers, so the 

 plants will bloom next summer. Ask 

 your papas aud mammas to show you 

 how to do it, anil how to take care of 

 them. 



THE GAME OF DIXIE. 



Mary C. wants to know what games 

 .\unt Polly used to pl.iy when a child. 

 Well, very much such as yon now play. 



I will tell you one that used to amuse us ' 

 a good deal. It is an active game aud 

 takes spry children to excel at it. It is 

 called "Dixie's Land," and I do not see 

 children playing it now. You mark oft' 

 a piece of ground twelve to twenty feet 

 across which is called "Dixie's laud," 

 and on either side are places marked oft" 

 called "base." One is appointed to be 

 Dixie, and is his or her duty to guard 

 Dixie's land from intrusion. The game 

 is to run across Dixie's laud without be- 

 ing caught by Dixie before reaching base. 

 When over a dozen were playing at one 

 time we used to have two Dixies and lots 

 of fun. The one caught must be Dixie 

 until he or she catches another, who in 

 turn is Dixie. 



And now for our letters: 



MiLPn-As, August, 1876. 



Dear Aunt I'olly: I have tried to make 

 out the puzzles. Although I had some 

 one to help me at first, I though them 

 very hard, yet after I studied them they 

 came very easy. The answer to Daisy 

 Glock's is "Animal;" to L. W., "Boy;" 

 to the rebus, "Love me little, love me 

 long." I found five trees aud flowers — 

 elm, pansy, sweet-pea, sycamore and ce- 

 dar. The answer to Mary Clark's rebus 

 s, "Open your mouth and shut your 

 eyes aud I will give you something to 

 made you wise." The answer to Daisy's 

 last puzzle is "Lazy," and to the word- 

 puzzle, "Hyacinth." 



Here are two new puzzles: 



I am composed of five syllables. 

 5Iy first syllable is an abbreviation of a 



girl's name. 

 My second is a kind of grain. 

 My third is to pick. 

 My fourth is a number. 

 My fifth is a part of the body. 

 My whole is a welcome visitor to many 



families. 



Take o from a city in Nevada and leave 

 an animal. Take v from a city in France 

 aud leave an animal. Take a from a 

 city in Norway and leave what we all 

 should be. Your Niece, 



Tu-LIE. 



LivEKMOKE, August, 1876. 



Dear Aunt Polly: I have not forgotten 

 you, and never will. I go six miles to 

 school every day in a buggy. I study 

 reading, arithmetic, grammar, spelling 

 and geography. We do not know many 

 games to play. I wish you would please 

 tell me soiue that you played when you 

 were a little girl. I think Jliss Otter- 

 soa's little children must have a nice 

 time riding in the morning and in the 

 evening. I like to ride horseback better 

 than in a buggy. At school my cousin 

 and I, and some other Uttlo girls, ride 

 the horses to water, nearly half a mile. 

 We have splendid fun that way. Last 

 Friday, as some other girls and I were 

 loping along, suddenly one of the horses 

 which had two girls on began to trot real 

 hard. The smaller girl sjiid, "I'll fall!" 

 and before she knew it she fell oflf and 

 pulled the other girl oft", too. Oh! how 

 we did laugh! For they were not hurt, 

 aud jumped up laughing. Then they 

 mounted again, and away we went. 



I send a diamond puzzle. Here it is: 

 1, a consonant; 2, to hasten; 3, a tract of 

 land ; 4, an animal ; 5, a consonant. 

 Your Niece, Maby C. 



Mary and her brother Tommy also 

 send answers to Daisy's puzzle, to the 

 word-puzzle and the word-rebus. Tom- 

 my also sends an enigma. Here it is: 



I am composed of 63 letters. 

 Mv 31, 40, 15, 56 is a headland. 

 My 38, 26, 20, 62, 28, 17, 19, 51, 58, 3'.t 



is an animal. 

 My 9, 61, '25, 55, 48, 11 is wealth. 



