1858. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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eighteen inches the other. Allow, if you please, 

 eight ears to the hill ; which is not equal to the 

 average of mine. Fifty hills to the square rod 

 vould be about eight thousand hills, or sixty-four 

 thousand ears to the acre. This is only two thoit- 

 sandjive hundred and sixty dollars per acre, for 

 those to pay who eat the corn ! Allowing that I 

 have made the crop too large, and the price too 

 high, take away half the amount, if you please, 

 for every contingency which may be thought of, 

 and we still have twelve hundred and eighty dol- 

 lars, which the consumers pay for the product of 

 an acre of ground ; and who among them pre- 

 tends to call pop-corn dear eating ? 



I do not make these remarks in the hope or 

 expectation that farmers will go into the cultiva- 

 tion of pop-corn to the neglect of other crops ; 

 but I do think that, as a highly palatable, simple, 

 and nutritious article of diet, especially for chil- 

 dren, this corn is not sufficiently appreciated ; and 

 I take this mode of urging greater attention to 

 the subject. E. C. P. 



Somerville. 



For the New England Farmer. 



EXHIBITION OP MOWEKS AND BEAP- 

 EES, 



Br THE U. S. Aqeicultural Societt, at Syracuse, N. Y., 

 July, 185T. 



BY A YANKEE DOODLE, WHO SAW IT. 



We have come to Syracuse, 



Mid this heated weather, 



For to see the mowers mow, 



And Reapers reap, together ; 

 And if old Sol's burning glass 

 Don't in our own fat fry us, 

 We'll give our judgment on the work 

 Without a hair's breadth bias. 



So bring your reapers on the ground, 



And bring your mowers, too, Sir, 

 And let us Yankees show the world 

 A Yankee doodle do, Sir ! 



Here they come — creation ! how 



They sweep about the field, Sir — 

 Time may as well hang up his scythe, 



And to their prowess yield, Sir ; 

 Though he "cuts all, both great and small," 



And once his scythe went through, Sir, 

 A harvest worthy of his arm — 

 The field of Waterloo, Sir. 



But no Yankee mower swept 



Among that famous fight, Sir ; 

 For if it had, I raytlter guess, 

 You'd have seen a different sight. Sir ! 



Now, they've processed around the track — 



The cannon roared its duty ; 

 There you see the bright array, 



The chivalry and beauty ; 

 Farmer Wilder, from the stand— 



A Gov'ner at each shoulder — 

 Speaks a speech that takes by storm 

 The heart of each beholder. 



"And," says he, "bring right along 



Your reapers and your mowers, 

 And we'll show how mighty quick 

 We can do up the chores." 



Gov'ner King, he up and made 



A short, but pithy talk. Sir — 

 And Gov'nor Morehead toed the mark 



Made by the union chalk, Sir. 

 And then the people ail hurrahed, 



And clapped with hearty smackers, 



Until you'd thought a fire had caught 

 Ten thousand India Crackers. 



Which went to show, whatever else 



In mowing might be done. Sir, 

 They couldn't cut the chain that binds 

 Our thirty States and one. Sir ! 



Marshal Taylor, on his horse, 



With flowing yellow sash on, 

 Said "Forward, march '." and on they went 



In military fashion : 

 And, as along the country road 

 The big machines did rattle. 

 One would have thought an army grand 

 Wag going out to battle. 



And so they were — but not to fight 

 And mash each other's face, Sir, 

 But, as the lawyers say, "submit 

 An amicable case," Sir. 



And when they got upon the field. 



As well you may suppose, sir. 

 The way those cutters clipped the grass 



A caution was to Mose, Sir ! 

 And as they streaked it o'er the land, 



And set the odder free. Sir, 

 Old Time stood by with gloomy brow, 

 And sighed, "You've conquered me. Sir !" 

 So bring your mowers on the ground, 



And bring your reaper?, too. Sir, 

 And show the universal world. 

 What Yankee pluck can do, Sir ! 



Time hung his scythe upon a tree — 



"Good-bye to you — you're done, Sir, 

 The poorest mower on the ground 



The wreath from you hath won, Sir ! 

 Henceforth I'll mow — as mow I must. 



Among the grasses green, Sir, 

 And cut down all, both great and small, 

 With tho best prize machine, Sir !" 



Then, Yankee doodle keep it up. 



The best invention going 

 Is that which beats the Reaper old 

 In reaping and in mowing. 



HO"W PEOPLE TAKE COLD. 



The time for taking cold is after your exercise ; 

 the place is in your own house, or office, or count- 

 ing-room. 



It is not the act of exercise which gives the 

 cold, but it is the getting cool too quick after ex- 

 ercising. For example : you walk very fast to go 

 to the railroad station, or to the ferry, or to catch 

 an omnibus, or to make time for an appointment ; 

 your mind being ahead of you, the body makes 

 an over effort to keep up with it ; and when you 

 get to the desired spot you raise your hat and 

 find yourself in a perspiration. You take a seat, 

 and feeling quite comfortable as to temperature, 

 you begin to talk with a friend, or to read a 

 paper ; and, before you are aware of it, you ex- 

 perience a sensation of dullness, and the thing is 

 done. 



You look around to see where the cold comes 

 from, and find a window open near you, or a door, 

 or that you have taken a seat at the forward part 

 of the car, and, as it is moving against the wind, 

 a strong draft is made through the crevices. Or, 

 it may be, you meet a friend at the street corner, 

 who wanted a loan, and was quite complimenta- 

 ry, almost loving ; you did not like to be rude in 

 the delivery of a two-lettered monosyllable, and 

 while you were trying to be truthful, polite and 



