NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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year. May we ask of each of the other Socioties 

 to send us a couple of copies of their printed Trans- 

 actions and Bills, and as Secretary of the Middle- 

 sex Society we will send them ours. 



For the New Ens-land Fetrmei . 



A GBORGIC ABOUT TRESS. 



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 Trees furnish us with fuel, timber, fruit; 

 Yet not for this alone I press their suit. 

 They have their language, sympathies and voice : 

 With hearts that leap for joy they can rejoice, 

 And mourn with mourning hearts. If happy thought, 

 Or hope, or love returned, or good deeds wrought 

 With softest sunshine, fill your soul and eye, 

 To all litis sunshine woods give glad reply. 

 The joy for which tongue hath no utterance, 

 Ts voiced in music by the streamlet's dance. 

 Feelings that struggle at your lip for words, 

 From smiling trees are syllabled by birds. 

 Or should bereavement, pain, ingratitude, 

 People your breast with sorrow's sullen brood 

 Of wretched thoughts, anu human accents rasp 

 Your wounded spirit, and the proffered grasp 

 Of friendship's hand seem icy cold and hard; 

 With no such rudeness will your peace he marred, 

 When to the hushed and twilight grove you wend 

 For friendship's self, without the selfish friend. 

 From whispering leaves, and insects' hum, and grass 

 Fragrant beneath your footsteps, there shall pass 

 Such soothing influence to your breast, that ere 

 Your griefs are told, they turn to holiest cheer. 



Remarks. — The above is an extract from "A 

 Georgic about Trees," read before the "Young- 

 Men's Association at Yonkers, N. Y., by Prof. Ed 

 ward North, of Hamilton College. It contains 

 language and sentiments that come home to our 

 heart. We always feel as though we had found a 

 kindred spirit in him who loves and protects trees, 

 and lie who has no fondness for them should have 

 no control of our child, or scarcely of that of our 

 horse. 



CO-LABORERS. 



We copy the excellent article below from the 

 Journal of Agriculture, and recommend it especial- 

 ly to our neighbor of the Ploughman, believing he 

 may find much "aid and comfort" from its perusal. 

 — Ed. Farmer. 



Like yourself, I regard the workers for improved 

 Agriculture, whether upon the soil, in the labora- 

 tory of the chemist, or at the desk, as engaged 

 not as rivals, but co-laborers in a common cause. 

 _ Indeed, one of the charms of this pursuit, is the 

 kind and generous feeling by which all engaged in 

 it are actuated. A farmer has no secrets. He 

 has no fear that some neighbor will learn how he 

 raised his premium crops, and follow his example, 

 but he is anxious that all the world shall profit 

 by his success. So with the scientific agriculturist. 

 Go where he may, he is greeted as a friend and a 

 brother, by every reading, thinking farmer. At 

 this very moment, the character of a scientific 

 farmer is a better passport through New Eng- 

 land, (the cities perhaps excepted,) than any other, 

 literary or political. 

 And so, finally, with agricultural writers, whether 



editors, contributors, or book writers. The circu- 

 lation of one (agricultural) publication is not re- 

 garded as acquired at the expense of that of 

 another. 



The man who reads no paper, is almost hope- 

 less^ We have not "the place where to stand 

 to move him. But he who reads, has attained 

 some idea of his own ignorance. There is hope 

 of him. He will want to read more. He who has 

 a few hooks soon wants a library. He who reads 

 one agricultural paper, soon must look farther. 

 He soon finds the earth not so cruel a mother as 

 he had supposed. Improved husbandry enables 

 him to gratify his new taste, and he becomes a 

 studious farmer. 



It is a relief to turn from the ill-natured, canni- 

 bal warfare of our political press, where detraction 

 seems the only imaginable mode of promoting 

 equality, to the courteous and charitable spirit of 

 our agricultural journals. 



The writer on agriculture is constantly im- 

 pressed with the consciousness that his subject is 

 greater than he can fathom— that he is dealing 

 with agents and forces, which he may name, but 

 can never comprehend. He speaks of light, of 

 heat, of electricity, of chemical affinities, of the 

 life-principle, -but of their essence, he feels that he 

 knows nothing. He only knows of some of _ then- 

 results, and for these results even, he can give no 

 reason. It is so, because God so wills it. 



If then he sees his brother err, he points not at 

 him the finger of scorn, but gently corrects him, 

 and where he finds a wiser man than himself, he 

 humbly learns. 



On politics, there are the ins and the outs, and 

 the leanhine, like Pharaoh's, have ever a carmver- 

 ous feeling toward the better fed, and this longing 

 regard is reciprocated by a propensity on the other 

 side, into which Jeshurun fell, as the good book 

 tells us, when he "waxed fat and kicked. " 



Even in the religious press, there is not want- 

 ing something of this same spirit of rivalry — a 

 strange anxiety rather, that Heaven shall be gained 

 by some particular road, or not at all, than any 

 kind co-operation for the grand result. 



With the agricultural press, as yet, it is not so, 

 and God grant it may never be. 



With our party, there are no ins and ovts. 

 What the farmer gains, is not from his neighbor, 

 not from his opponent. The old saying that "one 

 man's gain is another's loss," applies to many, 

 but not to him. He may grow rich, and no man 

 be the poorer. A kind Providence has so ordered 

 it, that his soil even, from which he gains his sup- 

 port, if properly cared for, shall never be exhaust- 

 ed. . , 



With such views of the position of the agricul- 

 tural press, I have ventured once more to address 



Assuring you anew of my best wishes lor t lie 

 success of your able and interesting Journal, as 

 well as for yourself personally, 



I remain your friend, 



Henry F. French. 



Exeter, N. H., Nov. 26, 1851. 



American Peaches in Liverpool.— Ihe Liver- 

 pool Mercury says that "it is well known that the 

 U. S. produce immense quantities of that most de- 

 licious fruit, the peach ; and, so far as we have 

 heard, none have ever been brought into this coun- 



