DEVOTED TO AGRICULTURE AWD ITS KINDRED ARTS AND SCIENCES. 



VOL. XI. 



BOSTON, NOVEMBER, 1859. 



NO. 11. 



NOURSE, EATON & TOLMAK, PeoPBIETORS. cTiurmo- -a-ar^turKr t.t.tt./-.^ 

 n^i^rnv alXfpnrn.VT.,Rnw SIMON BROWKT, EDITOR. 



Office.. .34 Merchams Row, 



NOVEMBER. 



"No warmth, no cbeerfulness, eo healthful ©ase, 



No comfortable foel in any member ; 

 No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees. 



No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds — Novembee !' 



ovember! Doesn't 

 the very name 

 strike a chill to 

 your heart ? If, 

 _ as our old friend 

 the "Spectator" 

 5is says, May is a 

 month of which 

 lovers should be- 

 ware, and those 

 who escape its 

 tender influences 

 may be expected 

 to go scathless 



FRED'K HOLBROOK, ) Associate 

 HENRY F. FRENCH, ( Editors. 



^^ - "i, 1^ aS^ ^ 



"""'^^^^^'^^ ' }"ar, so November, with its 



S'^j^.Xg gloomy aspect, is productive of 



•tt^\ V^^^^ ^ different set of feelings. 



3 Then it is, that "despair and fell re- 



through the rest of the 

 }"ar, so November, with its 

 fogs and its storms, and its 



venge," and various other things which should 

 not "be to our bosoms known," take possession 

 of us. It is, indeed, a month just "fit for trea- 

 sons, stratagems and spoils." Yes — now we 

 think of it, Guy Fawkes was of the same opin- 

 ion, for— 



"0, don't yon remember 



The fifth of November, 



The gunpowder treason and plot.'" 



That ingenious little device, by which King James 

 and his parliament were to be sent flying through 

 the air in a manner quite unexpected to them- 

 selves. 



Statistics show that there are more deaths, 

 births, and marriages, (we have rather reversed 

 the order, but no matter,) in certain months of 

 the year, than in cert.ain others. We have some- 



times wondered whether the "Newgate Calen- 

 dar" would not show that the dreariest months, 

 are those most productive of crime. 



"Salem Witchcraft" has long gone by, but if 

 ever you are disposed to be charitable towards 

 the weak superstition which condemned harm- 

 less old women to be drowned or burnt, it will be 

 of a wild November night. Then, if ever, you 

 can fancy the traditionary witch abroad on her 

 broomstick, howling in your chimney, and knock- 

 ing loudly at your window pane ! 



It is true, there sometimes comes a November 

 so fair, so full of "Indian Summers," that it goes 

 far to redeem its character from the obloquy 

 which has been heaped upon it, and if ever we 

 are authorized to expect such an exception to 

 the general rule, it should be this year, when 

 nearly every month has done its best to turn to 

 nought our preconceived notions. 



For example, that sweet month of May, which 

 every one expects to come like a fair young bride, 

 turned out but a sullen vixen of an old wife — and 

 June, with its buds and flowefs, and all those 

 fancy articles with which we are wont to adorn 

 its memory, came and went in a series of drizzly, 

 rainy days. The "Fourth of July" so froze our 

 patriotism, that hardly a fervor was left to be- 

 stow upon our "glorious country" — our "beloved 

 fellow-citizens" — and even the "American Eagle" 

 seemed to droop his wings like the veriest barn- 

 yard fowl. Certainly no one, taking a prophetic 

 view of August, would have hesitated to inter- 

 sperse it with dog-days and thunder-showers. 

 How mortifying for such an one to sit, wrapped 

 in his shawl, reading his own article, while his 

 eye also glances over numerous little items of 

 whole meadows of cranberries being spoiled by 

 frost, in what ought to be the very heat of dog- 

 days. Doubtless, all almanac makers and writ- 

 ers of monthly calendars will sympathize with 

 these sentiments. 



There is a paragraph going the rounds, to the 



