6 



Man's mine, beinf; tluce inoiitlis kept and poiiifd 

 »i|n)li llir rootps ;;!' Apple ti'jcs ;:!;d vines, liriiig- 

 etlj fjreiit (iuitliiliicsf^c to llie tiers, iiiitl yicldelli .-i 

 Jileiis'iilit li'iiilo. Old doiiiif.' is Ije.-t liir Coineand 

 new (or Meddow. \\ Imt tiiiie soever it ho ap- 

 plied tollie iiioiiiid, \oii iiiiisl loeli tliat the windc 

 be ucslerly and the J\l-oone in the u-niu." 



His iiiode of Caltinjr I'allle is so siiiijiie and 

 cheap llial we commend it pnrticidaily toiliu no- 

 tice of tlie lariner. It consists in " washing llieni 

 with warm water, and h_v ciMling thi-ir sUiinies 

 nnd blowing v\inde into their belMes with a 

 reede." 



There are a ereat many other novel prescrij)- 

 tions given in this old volume to guide ihe hus- 

 bandman in llie !.';;'.li .m" success and (trosperity, 

 und if ue find tliat tlie one we have iiiven above 

 in relation to fiiltini? cattle should be snccessl'nily 

 adopted, we shall be encoiu'aged to niaUe liirtlier 

 extracts from the work at some fittnre time. 



^\)C iTavmcr's iHontl)l]j lltsitor. 



"As lNnEPE,NDE>T AS A WoOD SaWVER."— 



We know not liow it is, but we iiave often lini- 

 cied that tliere was an independence about 

 wood-sawyers which is not to l)e found in any 

 otlier class of people. From whence does it 

 arise ? jierhaps from the fact that for a five dol- 

 lar bill he can set up in business, buy his saw and 

 horse and commence operation immediately. — 

 His business does not depend upon hinnan laws, 

 upon tariffs, a free trade ; it is in the weather 

 alone that he depends for his business. If the 

 days are cold, wood is up, and the wood-sawder 

 lubs his hands and is sure of work. If a warm 

 Spell comes, he consoles hin>self with the reflec- 

 tion that it will not last loner, and that it will be 

 talanced with a cold sna|) hereafter; nothing 

 worries him like a January thaw; nothinir pleas- 

 es him so as to have the thermometer below zero. 

 He is the decided enen)y of coal stoves, and even 

 air-ti{;hts are decidedly objectionable. Those 

 cook stoves vvhich requii'e three cuts, are tlie ne 

 plus xiltra of hinnan invention. He is indepen- 

 dent in the thought that as long as wood grows 

 and winter follows autumn, his business will not 

 fail. Though sometimes disappuinled in a job, 

 he never is down-cast: "cut and come again," is 

 his motto. He is pleased with the thought that 

 by his labor his own and his iieighhoi's " pot is 

 kept boiling." He warms the ((?etof the childien. 

 His daily labors are in efl^ect to counleract old 

 Boreas, and to let him know that while he is king 

 without the house, that he is king within. A pei-- 

 son standing in such an important relation to 

 tnankind, braving with his hiimhle saw and horse, 

 the frosts and storms of life, adding heat and com- 

 fort where all v/as cold and chill ; we say a man 

 standing in such an important relation, must feel 

 the dignity of his calling, and that inde|iendence 

 and elevation of character which arises from the 

 reflection that we do not live for ourselves alone, 

 but for the glory and comfort of the common 

 family of man. Who can wonder then, at the 

 " independence of wood sawyers ?" — Lowell Cou- 

 rier. 



OcR Modes or Life. — Theeditorof the Phil- 

 adelphia Enquirer thinks that the modes of life, 

 the means of preserving health, are not suftieient- 

 ly cared for in our country. He says: " Hun- 

 di'eds become old and feeble at fifty or sixty, 

 while others are still vigorous in mind and body, 

 at the age of seventy or eighty. Look through 

 society, and many examples will be found. The 

 influence of misforlnne and disease is serious in 

 many cases, hut with the multitude, the habits, 

 the disposition, the tone of mind, have a far great- 

 er influence. We were forcibly struck," he adds, 

 " with this view a day or two ago, diirir.g a visit 

 from friends, one sixty-two and the other fifty- 

 one. The former, I hough subjected to many vi- 

 cissitudes, the victim of more than one serious 

 freak of fortune ; looketl as well as he did ten 

 years before, and was quite as cheerful. The oth- 

 er was rapidly declining, and without any appar- 

 ent cause ; the first being a business man ami 

 compelled to expose himself to all descriptions 

 of weatlier, in oixler to obtain a livelihood ; the 

 other being in independent ciicumstances, lliongh 

 it is, perhaps, right to add, of rather indolent 

 habits, and fretful disposition." 



Arab Beauty. — Among them was one of the 

 most beautiful girls I ever saw, aiiparently about 

 twenty years of ago. She was of q dark com- 



plexion, with eyes black as jet ; the inside of her 

 eyelids was blackened with kolile, her tl'eth were 

 white as ivory, and her long hair Ic'll down her 

 neck and over her shoulders long enough for her 

 to sit down upon. i?iie h;id large siKei- ear-rings 

 and a silver ring ihiongh her under lip, gently 

 drawing it down and displaying her fine teeth. 

 Throngh her hair was passed a silver arrow, con- 

 fining her veil to ihe top of her head, which was 

 thrown back negligently over her shoulders: she 

 was habited in a long, blue, loose shirt, o[ien at 

 the breast; her bare arms were covereil with 

 bracelets and amulets, and a string of heads was 

 wound round her neck ; her feet were bare, and 

 two large rings were fiisteued round her ankles. 

 She walked as all ihe Arab women do; wiih a 

 grace and beauty of carriage J never saw sur- 

 passed ; nor in simplicily and elegance of ap- 

 pearance have I ever seen a fine larly of Europe, 

 with her jewels and pearls, equal this plain and 

 sim|ile Arab girl. — Jlddison's Travels. 



AoRicuLTtJRE. — Rev. Mr. Choules in a dis- 

 course ou Agriculture, says that the first book 

 on culture as a science, was ])ublished in Eng- 

 land in the sixteenth century. The first reward 

 (or an essay on Agiicnlture, was given by the 

 celelirated " Protector," Oliver Cromwell. But 

 the ureat era (ioiii which all the triumphs of Ag- 

 riculture now d;ite, is 1793, when uiiiler the au- 

 spices of Pitt and Sinclair, an Agricultural sur- 

 vey of England was ordered, .•uid public atleu- 

 tion directed to this important subject. Peers 

 placed their sons with praclical larniers fi)r in- 

 struction. Chemistry was soon called to the aid 

 of production, and Agriculture took its proper 

 rank as the first and noblest science. 



Gen. Washingto.n's Toast. — At tlie close of 

 the Revolntinaiy War, when the American Army 

 was disbanded, Gen. Washington took an affect- 

 ionate leave of his officers, and at a jjnbfic din- 

 ner on the occasion, gave the Ibllowing toast: 



"The American Soldier of Freedom -May he at 

 all times secure a good and |ilenliful ration ; and 

 when he has finished his tour of duty on earth, 

 may he pitch his tent in the Elysian field.s, and 

 there receive his reward from the right hand of 

 the God of battles!" 



From the Rochester Democrat. 

 The Lost Found. 



We had frequently observed a heart-broken 

 looking lad jiass by with a gallon oil can in his 

 hand. His tattered garments and his melancholy 

 face were well calculated to excite observation 

 and pity. It was hut too evident that the vessel 

 v.hich he carried liad been diverted from its le- 

 gitimate use, and thai it was now used, not as an 

 oil-can, but a whisket jug Having seen him 

 pass twice in one day, with jis ever present can, 

 we had the curiosity lo accost him, and did so 

 by inqiiiriiig his residence 



"I live," said he, "iivi? miles from the city, on 

 the road." 



"You have lieen to the city once before to-day, 

 have you not .'" 



" Yes sir, I came down in the morning ; but I 

 could not get what I was sent for, and had to 

 come again." 



'• What was you sent for, my lad? It must be 

 something very important, lo make it necessary 

 for yon to walk twenty miles in this storm." 



" Why, sir, it was whiskey that I \v.is .sent for. 

 Father had no money, and he sent me to Mr. 



's to get trusted ; but he wouldn't trust any 



more, so 1 had to go home without the whiskey ; 

 but father sent me back again." 



"How do yon expect to get it now, when you 

 couldn't get it in the morning?" 



"Why, sir, 1 have brought a pair of shoes 



which sister sent mother. Mr. will give 



whiskey for them. He hiisgot two or three pairs of 

 mother''s shoes now." 



"Do vou like to carry whiskey home, my 

 boy?" 



"Ob, no, sir, for it makes all so unhappy; but 

 1 can't help it." 



We took the responsibility of advising the boy 

 not to fulfil his errand, and returned home with 

 him. The family, we found, consisted of hus- 

 band, wife, and four children; the oldest (the 

 boy.) was not more than ten years of age, while 

 the youngest was an infant of a few monUie. It 



was a cold, blustering day. The north wind blow 

 harshly, and came roughly and unbidden through 

 the numberless crevices of the poor man's 

 hovel. A few black embers occnpieil the fire» 

 place, around which were huddled the half naked 

 children, and the woe-stricken mother and will;. 

 Her fiice was haggard — her eyes sunken — her 

 hair dishevelled — her clothes tattered and un- 

 clean. 



She was .sealed upon an old broken chair, and 

 was mechanically swinging to and fi'o, as if en- 

 deavoring to ipiiet her infant, which moaned pit- 

 iliilly in its mother's arms. It had been sick 

 fiotn its birth, and it was now seemingly struj,'- 

 gling to free itself from the harsh worhl into 

 which it had, but a few nionihs jirevioiis, been 

 ushered. There was no tear in the eye of the 

 moiher, as she gazed on the expiring b;ihe. The 

 fbnutain had been, long befijre, dried up by the 

 internal fires whii'h alcohol hail kindled and fed. 

 Yet she was the picture of despair; and we 

 could not but fancy, as she sat thus, that her mind 

 was wandering back to the happy past — the days 

 of her infancy and girlhood, and her early home. 

 Poor thing! She had given her afiV-ctions and 

 her hand to a man who had taken the first steps 

 in intemperance. She hail left her home full of 

 buoyant hopes — hopes never to be realized — to 

 s|)end a life of misery with a sot. Bioken-lieart- 

 ed — cast out from the society of her former 

 friends — li owned upon by the "good society" 

 humanp — spoken of as the miserable wili' of a 

 miserable drunkard — with no arm to help, no 

 heart to pity — she very soon became a tippler ami 

 a drunkard herself. 



By the side of this woe-smitten niother kneeled 

 a little girl of five or six years, down whose sal- 

 low cheeks tears were coursing, and who ever 

 and anon exclaimed, "Poor little Willie! Must 

 you die?" "Oh, mother, must Willie die?" and 

 then kissing the clammy sweat from little Wil- 

 lie's brow, covered her face with her tattered 

 apron, and wept. 



In the opposite corner of the chimney, and 

 among the ashes which covered the hearth, sat a 

 boy of about seven year.s, draggiiiij from the half 

 dead embers a potato, which he broke open with 

 the remark, " Mother, give this to little Willie. 

 May be he's hungry. I'm hungry, too, and so is 

 sister; but Willie's sick. Give him this potato, 

 mother." 



" No, poor boy," said the mother. " Willie will 

 never lie hungry again. He will soon be drud." 



This remark drew all the cliiliiren around the 

 mother and the dying child. The father was 

 sitting upon what was intended (or a bedstead, 

 without hat, shoes, or coat, with his hands thrust 

 into his poi-kets, apparently indiflerent to all that 

 was passing around him. His head was resting 

 upon his breast, and his blurred eyes wore fast- 

 ened upon the floor, as if he were afiaid to look 

 up at the sorrowing group who were watching 

 the countenance of the dying infant. 



There was a moment of silence. Not a sound 

 was heard. Even the sobs of the little girl had 

 ceased. Death was crossing the hovel's thresh- 

 old. The very respiration of the household 

 seemed suspended ; when a light shivering of the 

 limbs of the infant and a shriek fi'om the half 

 conscious mother told that the vital spark had 

 fled. 



For the first time, the father moved. Slowly 

 advancing to where his wife was seated, with 

 quivering lips, he whispered, "Is Willie dead?" 



" Yes, James, the poor babe is dead !" was the 

 choking reply of the mother, who still sat, as at 

 first, gazing upon the fici; of her little one. 



Without multering another word, the long bru- 

 talized tiither left the house, muttering as he left, 

 "My God, how long?" 



At this moment, a kind-hearted lady came in, 

 who had heard, hut a few moments before, of 

 the dangerous illness of the child. She had 

 brought with her some medicine; but her angel 

 visit was too late ; the gentle spirit of the babe 

 had fled, and there remained for her but to com- 

 fort the living. This she did, while wi; followed 

 the father. We related to him ihecirctim.-lances 

 which had led us to his house, and briefly spoke 

 of the misery which inevitably follows in the 

 wake of intemtierance. 



"I know it, sir," said he ; "I have long known 

 it. I have not always been what you now see 

 me. Alcohol and my appetite Inive brought me 

 to this depth of degra<Iation." 



