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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



Nov. 



dies be as ready to place their delicate hands 

 into the full healthy hand of the young farmer, 

 as into those of the merchant's clerk and the 

 professional aspirant. He had looked on the 

 sculptured heroes of the ancient Olympic games, 

 and read their story, but when he looked upon a 

 farmer, he saw a nobler man — a man who had 

 coped with nature and triumphed. In conclusion, 

 Mr. Stone hoped that for all present every sea- 

 son would be a campaign, every harvest a victory, 

 and that God would crown them all with his 

 blessing, even as they were already crowned with 

 honors. 



He was followed by Judge Rockwood, who 

 "warmly complimented that most successful pre- 

 siding officer, Mr. Wilder," and closed with an 

 excellent sentiment respecting natural laws. Mr. 

 George B. Emerson spoke of the means of im- 

 proving /aj-mers' liomes. He said American trees 

 are superior to those of Europe in beauty and 

 variety. Charles G. Davis, of Plymouth, made 

 an appropriate and valuable address upon the 

 rearing and management of sheep, and the Rev. 

 H. N. Chamberlain, of Canton, closed by speak- 

 ing of the poetry of the farm. The minor things 

 of the field he said, were worthy of more atten- 

 tion than they had received. 



The tone of thought and feeling in all these 

 addresses is honorable to the speakers and 

 creditable to the society that called such men 

 around its festive board. We have often ex- 

 pressed something of these ideas in more homely 

 garb, and do not hesitate now, to say that far- 

 mers need that their attention shall be turned 

 more to this train of thought and feeling, than 

 to any manipulations of the farm itself. 



TEE DRAINAGE OF PARIS. 



The termination of the great conductor be- 

 neath the pavement of Paris is regarded as an 

 immense success* by the engineers connected 

 with the enterprise. This gigantic drain is con- 

 sidered one of the wonders of modern engineer- 

 ing, and is destined, it appears, to form the 

 great artery of a system of sewerage which has 

 long been in contemplation both for the salubrity 

 of the city and for economy at the same time. 

 Two of these stupendous drains are to be con- 

 structed in a line parallel with the Seine, and to 

 conduct the refuse water of the city into a vast 

 reservoir, whence they are to be disseminated as 

 liquid manure over the most barren of the plains 

 round Paris. The system adopted is that exper- 

 imentalised at Berlin with such eminent success 

 that the sandy plains in the midst of which that 

 city is situated have been converted, within the 

 space of a few years, into the richest meadow 

 land in the whole of Northern Germany. The 

 prevalence of epidemics and miasma during the 

 autumn months in Paris has always been attrib- 

 uted to the immense mass of stagnant waters 

 left to corrupt beneath the slightly covered drains 

 which run beneath the houses, whence they creep 

 as lazily as they list into the Seine. The new 



system, which will come into action in October, 

 is considered one of the greatest benefits con- 

 ferred as yet upon the inhabitants of Paris by 

 its very liberal municipality. 



THE AMERICAN AUTUMN. 



BY FAjrar KEMBLE. 



Thou comest not in sober guise. 



In mellow eloak of russet clad — 

 Thine are no melancholy skies. 



Nor hueless flowers, pale and sad ; 

 But. like an emperor, triumphing, 



With gorgeous robes of Tyrian dyes, 

 Full flush of fragrant blossoming, 



And glowinfi purple canopiee. 

 How call ye this the season's fall, 



That seems the pageant of the year ? 

 Richer and britthter far than all 



The pomp that spring and summer wear. 

 Red falls the western light of day 



On rock, and stream, and winding shore ; 

 Soft woody banks and granite gray 



With amber clouds are curtained o'er ; 

 The wide, clear waters sleeping lie 



Beneath the evening's wings of gold. 

 And on their glassy breast the sky 



And banks their mingled hues unfold. 

 Far in the tangled woods, the ground 



Is strewn with fallen leaves, that lie 

 Like crimson carpet= all around 



Beneath a crimson canopy. 

 The sloping sun, with arrows bright, 



Pierces the forest's waving maze ; 

 The universe seems wrapt in light, 



A floating robe of rosy haze. 

 O, Autumn ! thou art here a king — 



And round thy throne the smiling hours 

 A thousand fragrant tributes bring, 



0: golden fruits and blushing flowers. 



0, not upon thy fading fields and fells 



la such rich garb doth autumn come to thee, 

 My home ! but o'er thy mountains and thy dells 



His footsteps slowly fall and solemnly. 

 Nor tlower nor bud remaineth there to him, 



Save the faint breathing rose, that, round the year, 

 Its crimson buds and pale, soft blosfoms dim, 



In lowly beauty constantly doth wear. 

 O er yellow stubble lands in mantle brown 



He wanders through the wan Octobtr light: 

 Still as he goeth, slowly stripping down 



The garlands green that were the spring's delight. 

 At morn and eve thin silver vapors rise 



Around tis path ; but sometimes at mid day 

 He looks along the hills with gentle eyes, 



That make the sallow woods and fields seem gay. 

 Yet something of sad sovereignty he hath — 



A sceptre crowned with berries ruby red, 

 An 1 the cold sobbing wind bestrews his path 



With withered leaves, that rustle 'neath his tread j 

 And round him still, in melancholy state, 



Sweet solemn thoughts of death and of decay, 

 In slow and hushed attendance, ever wait, 



Telling how all things fair must pass away. 



Culture of the Onion. — Mr. Milton Wol- 

 COTT, of Fairlee, Vt., informs us, that after losing 

 many crops of onions by the maggot, all the 

 remedies he applied having completely failed, 

 he has at length succeeded in forming a com- 

 pound that has in one or two trials proved com- 

 pletely successful. 



