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QL\)t laxnux's illnntl)li) Visitor. 



For the Funuer's Monthly Visitor. 

 Sir Jonah Barriugtou* 



Sir Jonah was a native of tlie Emeruld U\e, 

 and was made, we think. Chief Justice of lie- 

 land. Before Handy Andy we couhl have le- 

 coinmended Sir Jonali's Memoirs of his Own 

 Times as a relief to inelancholy or cure for the 

 blues; but wo now yield the palm to the latter 

 production; althoujh for verity we still tfive the 

 preference to the Memoirs, as the other \a the 

 work of imaifination. This is not tlie place for 

 criticism ; neither is the Visitor a review except 

 of farming operations ; hut Sir Jonah relates of 

 himself one merit that we think worthy of notice. 

 In the first place he married late in life, which, 

 we agiee with him, whs a creat error; and his 

 wife was very handsome,wlitch was all rii^ht, and 

 which had he heeii liitiiteij to this part of the 

 country, he eonid not well have avoided, as,where 

 there are none other than pretty women, is a 

 matter of necessity — hut it is another point that 

 we are after. Sir Jonah had a friend, who had 

 been for many years a married man : and upon 

 his own confession, the irrey mare was the better 

 horse in his fiimily. As Sir Jonah was about to 

 wed, this friund undertook to advise him upon 

 the subject. "Begin," said he, "Sir Jonah, begin 

 right, and after one breeze, you will have a 

 smooth sea, and a cloudless sky. Be firm at tirst ; 

 let your wife know that you are, and will be luas- 

 ter ; if you do not, siie will put on the breeches, 

 and you will be hen-pecked as I have been. The 

 Persian tale of the man who killed his wife's fa- 

 vorite cat the first day of marriage is worthy of 

 letters of gold. All men about to be married 

 should read it." 



Sir Jonah listened with attention, aud had some 

 idea of adopting his friend's advice ; but he ap- 

 peared a very happy man, loved his wife, (who 



Fate is like the oculist, who, when about to 

 open to a blind eye the world ol' light, first ban- 

 dages and darkens the other eye that sees. 



None but polished men and poli^hed glasses 

 will readily cohere. 



'J'he longer portion of life is a field beaten Hat 

 as a threshing-floor, without lofty Gothard Moun- 

 tains; often it is a tedious ice-field, without a 

 single glacier tinged with dawn. 



A man whom grown uj) people love, children 

 love still more. 



Of ways for becoming happier (not happy) 1 

 could never iiKpiire out more than three. The 

 first, rather an elevated road, is this: tosoarnw.'.y 

 so far above the clouds of life, that you see the 

 whole external world, with its wolf-dens, charnel- 

 houses, and thnndcr-rods, lying liir Iteneatli you, 

 shrunk into a little child's garden. The second 

 is, sim|ily to siidi down into this little garden ; 

 and there to nestle yom-self so snugly, so home- 

 wise, in some furrow, that in lookii'g out from 

 your warm huk-nest, you likewise can discern 

 no wolf-dens, charnel-houses, or thunder-rods 

 but only blades and ears, every one of which, for 

 the nest-bird, is a tree, and sun-screen, and a 

 rain-screen. The third, finally, which I look 

 upon as the hardest ami cumiiugest, is that of al- 

 ternating between the other two. 



Drink is the friction-oil of the tongue, as eat- 

 ing is its drag. 



The best wives will complain of their hus- 

 bands to a stranger, without the smullust likiiu; 

 them the less on that accoimt. 



Man camiot prognosticate either liis joys or his 

 sorjows, still less repeat them, either in living or 

 writing. 



Love, like men, dies oftener of e.xccss than of 

 hunger; it lives on love, but it reseiid)les those 

 x\rpine flowers, which feed themselves by sue- 



had by the way the mo..t I'nind of the two) and |"'" |'om the wet clouds, and die if you besprin 



there were no marks of the fangs of the ben 

 about hitn ; if he was billed, his skin was left 

 whole. Sir Jonah was married — went abroad, 

 and after twenty years h? met his Irieud. "Ah, 

 Sir Jonah, how happy I am to see you ; you look 

 so contented, and the advice I gave you before 

 you went away on the eve of your marriage — 1 

 see you have followed it." " Not I," said Sir Jo- 

 nah. "Not followed it, why ?" "Because I pre- 

 ferred the life of a Philosoi)her to that of a Sol- 

 dier." ERIN. 



Thoughts and Sentiments^ 



FROM THE GEltJIAN OF JEAN P.IUL. 



The most violent pnlsps of joy are lieavici' 

 than the movements of pensive sadness. And 

 thus beautifiilly runs our pure transparent Viih 

 along, under the blooming curtains of May ; and 

 in our modest jdeasure, we look with timidity 

 neither behind tis or before ; as people who are 

 lifting treasure gaze not round at the road they 

 came, or the road they are going. 



Men ill bnll-heggar tones demand of Fate a 

 root of Life-Licorice, thick as the arms like the 

 botanical one in the Wolga, not so much that 

 they may chew the sweet beam themselves, as 

 to fell others to earth with it. 



In retros[)ection, we shake away the snow of 

 'J'ime from the winter-green of Memory ; and be- 

 hold the fair years ol' childhood, uncovered, 

 fresh, green, atid balmy, standing afar ofl" before 

 us. 



In the physical as in the moral world, there 

 are more tear seas than firm land. 



We die murmuring, unless we regard our ex- 

 istence as a drum ; this has only one single tone ; 

 but variety of time gives the sound of it cheer- 

 fiilness enough. 



In many female hearts sympathy and envy are 

 such near door-neighbors that they could be vir- 

 tuous nowhere except in hell, where men have 

 such frightful times of it; and vicious nowhere 

 except in heaven, where people have more hap- 

 piness than they know what to do with. 



Just people, who make much of money, pay 

 their debts the most punctually. 



Man is a fool from the very foundation of him. 



In the summer of life, men keep digging and 

 filling ice-pits, as well as circumstances will ad- 

 mit; that so, in their winter, they may have some- 

 thing in store to give them coolness. 



Deliriums are dreams not enriched by sleep ; 

 and all dreams transport us back to youth. 



le them. 



Life shades itself oft" to my eyes like a hasty 

 summer night, which we little firc-fiies shoot 

 across with Iransietit gleam. 



In youth, we love and enjoy the most ill-as- 

 sorted I'riends, perhaps more than in old age, the 

 best assorted. 



To apjirehend danger from the education of 

 the people, is like fearing lest the thunderbolt 

 strike into the bouse because it has windows; 

 whereas the lightning never comes through these, 

 but through their lead iiaiiiing, or down by the 

 smoke of the ehininey. 



Trifles are the provender of Love : the fingers 

 are electric discharges of a fire siiarkling along 

 every fibre; sighs are the guiding tones of two 

 ap[U"Oximi\ling hearts ; and the worst and most 

 eft'ectual thing of all in such a case is some mis- 

 fortune ; for the fire of Love, like that of Nap- 

 tha, likes to swim on water. Two tear-drops, one 

 in another's, one in your own eye.~', compose, as 

 with two convex lenses, a microsco|ie which en- 

 larges every thing, and changes all sorrow into 

 charms. (lood sex ! 1, too, consider every sister 

 in misfortune as fiiir ; and, perhaps thou wonlilst 

 deserve the name of Fair, even because thou art 

 the snftering sex! 



NV'cak and wrong heads are always the hardest 

 to change. 



There is a closer approximation of hearts, aud 

 also of sounds, than that of the .Ki-lio; the high- 

 est approximation melts Tone and IJcho into IJe- 

 sonance together. 



Good women grudge each other nothing save 

 only clothes, husbands, and flax. 



Nations — unlike rivers, which precipitate their 

 impnriiies in level places and when at rest — droj) 

 their baseness just whilst in the most violentjiio 

 tion ; and become the dirtier the farther they 

 flow along through lazy flats. 



Does Life otrer us, iii regard lo nur ideal iiopes 

 aud purposes, anything but a jirosaic, unrhymed 

 uninetrical translation ? 



Model Farm. — The British J'armer's Maga- 

 zine, for January, 1643, contains the follow iug 

 account of a model farm, cultivated chiefly by 

 boys, who are pursuing a course of education in 

 scientific agriculture: 



" Perhaps the most succe.ssful example of the 

 ca[)abilities of land, under proper management, in 

 Ireland, and of the immense crops which can be 

 raised, may be seen on the National Model Farm, 

 under the Board of Education, at Glasnevin, 

 near Dublin. This farm, strictly conducted on 



the improved system of green cropping and 

 house Itieding, containing 5'~i statute acres, and 

 there were kept on it, during the year, 22 head 

 of cattle and 3 horse.?. It supplies, on an aver- 

 age, ninety persons during the year with farm 

 produce, such as milk, butter, potatoes, and veg- 

 etables of various kinds ; and fm-nishes the farm- 

 ing establishment with pork, besides a number 

 of private liimilies with the above articles. A 

 considerable quantity of vegetables are carried 

 to market, and all kinds of grain, which is abun- 

 ilant. There is at present a crop of oats upon 

 the farm, the produce of l4i British acres. It is 

 secured in eight stacks aud is estimated by the 

 best judges to be eipial to the average produce of 

 50 acres, it stood perfectly close upon the 

 gronud, average 1) to 7i feet in height, the head 

 and car corresponding, the other crops, potatoes, 

 turnips, Italian rye-grass, &:c. of like ipiality. 



The matiuger conducts the I'arui on his own 

 account; pays £"250 7s. 8d. per annum rent, be- 

 sides other expenses, amouiiling in all to up- 

 wards of £400 per year : and we are informed, 

 and, believe, that he realizes a very handsome 

 annual sum from it besides. He labors and man- 

 ages it almost exclusively by a number of boys, 

 agricultural pupils, and teacher.';, w ho are there 

 in training in the science and practice of agri- 

 culture. .-Vs a test of what land is capable of 

 producing, wdien brought to its highest jioint, 

 there are few examples so appropriate as we have 

 ill this particular instance; there are, perhaps, 

 more crops raised, more cattle kept and led.moie 

 human beings supplied with the common neces- 

 saries of life, more manure accunnilated, more 

 employment given,and in lact,*nore money made 

 on this spot of laud than any otiier farm of the 

 same extent (ciuulucted lui a proper scientific 

 rotation of grain and green crops) iu any part of 

 the empire, or the world. Did the average land 

 of Ireland produce only one half of the value, 

 according to quantity, that is on this mode) farm, 

 we should hear no more of corn laws, larifis, or 

 want of employment among the people. 



Another Bu.nker Hill SoLDira gone.' — 

 Under our obituary head is recorded the death of 

 Jo.NATiiAN Gamage Esq., of Fryeburg, Me. aged 

 yO, who was pieseni at the late Bunker Hill cel- 

 ebration and lost his reason liom excitement pro- 

 duced by the occasion, in which state he died 

 without any other a|ipareiil disease. 



In the list of names, published iu the Boston 

 Courier, of Revolutionary soldiers present on the 

 above occasion, Wip tollowii.g were notinseited — 

 Jonathan Gamage, uf Frv burg ^Me. aged 90; Jon- 

 athan Bell, of GoffstovMi, aged SB; John Burns, 

 of VVhitefield, 88; Israel Hunt of Nashua, 85. 



Returning from Boston in one of the extra 

 trains of ears, late on the evening of the J7lh, 

 the writer, upon his arrival at Ijouell, being de- 

 tained an hour, found ohl Mr. Bell of Goftstown 

 who had come up sometime in the latter part of 

 the afternoon aectimpanied by Mr. Bums of 

 Whitefield, a member of the late Legislature. — 

 Both of these old veterans, it «ill be recollec- 

 teil by their fellow-citizens in New Hampshire, 

 went 10 Bunker Hill ill each other's company un- 

 der the escort of the Stark Guards of Manches- 

 ter, in personal ajiiiearance ihey very much re- 

 semble each other. ( pon their arrival at Bos- 

 on they were taken in a barouche drawn by a 

 plendid pair of horses, and conducted under es- 

 cort of the Stark Guards and Washingion I'ha- 

 l.uix to lodgings which had been jirovided for 

 them at Concert Hall. Here they were almost 

 lost iu fhe crovvd. On the uiorning of the i7th 

 the old soldiers — both uf theui were " as spry as 

 cats" — got up early and "footed if all the way 

 over to Bunker Hill and back, (henveen three and 

 liiur miles the whole distance,) to "see if it looked 

 as it used to," as Burns expressed himself to us 

 iu giving a description of the celebration when 

 we met him at Lowell. •' Bui it has been consid- 

 eruhty built up since Iwcis there," continued the old 

 gentlemau (he had not visited Bunker Hill be- 

 tween the day of the battle and the morning in 

 question.) " I couldn't see but one place that 

 looked as it used to, and that was where the Brit- 

 ishers landed." 



Old Mr. Bell, when we met him, had been left 

 at the depot in Lowell, and was at a loss to know 

 how he should get home, having lost his friend 

 Burns and being ici^/iou? Hioiic^." Wo took him 

 in charge and he was somewhat surprised a? well 



