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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



NOTICES OF PUBLICATIONS. 



Elements of AoiacuLTUiiE, by J. P. Norton, 

 M. A., Professor of Scientific Agriculture in Yale 

 College. Albany, N. Y. : II. Pease & Co.— This is a 

 neat volume of 208 pages, 12ino., by one whose rep- 

 utation for agricultural science stands high, and 

 ^vhosc -writings on this subject we have read with 

 interest and instruction. We have not yet had an 

 opportunity to peruse this -work. Wc refer the 

 reader to a notice on page 187, by a gentleman dis- 

 tinguished for his zeal and intelligence in the cause 

 of agriculture. 



Proceedings of tiie Second Congress of Fiiuit- 

 GuowEUS. — "\Ve are indebted to Hon. Marshall P. 

 Wilder, (president of this association,) for a copy of 

 this work. It is a large pamphlet of 110 pages, con- 

 taining a great variety of valuable information to the 

 fruit-grower. We shall review the work, and pre- 

 sent our readers with the most important facts that 

 it contains. 



The Philosophy of Electrical Psychology ; in 

 a Course of nine Lectures ; by Dr. J. 13. Dods. New 

 York : Fowlers & Wells ; 1G8 pp. ; stitched ; 25 cts. — 

 This work is an able exposition of a new and inter- 

 esting, and apparently a mysterious science, which 

 shows the philosophy of disease — the connecting 

 link between 7nind and matter, and their reciprocal 

 action upon each other. To the pliilosopher, the 

 nice observer, and the physician, it is a subject of 

 great importance. 



Der Amerikaxische Bauer, or The American 

 Farmer. — This is the name of a neat monthly work, 

 iu the German language, published at Ilarrisburg, 

 I*a., by J. M. Beck, at one dollar per year. A Ger- 

 man friend, who appreciates this work much better 

 than we can, considers it a valuable publication. It 

 is the only periodical of the kind, published in this 

 country, in the German language, and we trust that 

 those for whom it is particularly designed, who are 

 distinguished for their intelligence, industry, and 

 economy in the great rural art, will give it a liberal 

 support. 



The Journal of the New York State Agri- 

 cultural Society. — This is a monthly publication, 

 in pamphlet form, containing the proceedings of the 

 society, and executive committee, and such commu- 

 nications and articles of interest as may be received 

 by the society. 



OUR HOMESTEAD. 



BY PHCEBE CAREY. 



Flowers. — Spring flowers, breathing their soft 

 perfumes, touch us like the spirit of poetry. The 

 soul is renovated while we wander among verdant 

 hills and dales, profusely spread, from the topmost 

 rock to the lowest marsh, with these vernal offerings. 

 Even the infant, gambolling on the green, seizes, with 

 rapacious grasp, the variegated blossoms, sensible of 

 their sweet odors and beautiful hues. E. P. II, 

 — Student, 



A wise man makes more opportunities than he finds. 



Our old brown homestead reared its walls 



From the wayside dust aloof, 

 AVhere the apple-boughs could almost cast 



Their fruitage on its roof; 

 And the cherry-tree so near it grew. 



That when awake I've lain. 

 In the lonesome nights I've heard the limbs 



As they croaked against the pane ; 

 And those orchard trees, O, tliose orchard trees ! 



I've seen my little brothers rocked 

 In their tops by the summer breeze. 



The sweetbrier under the window sill. 



Which the early birds made glad. 

 And the damask rose by the garden fence, 



Were all the flowers we had. 

 I've looked at many a flower since then, 



Exotics rich and rare, 

 That to other eyes were lovelier, 



But not to me so fair ; 

 For those roses bright, O, those roses bright ! 



I have twined them with my sister's locks, 

 That are laid in the dust from sight ! 



We had a well, a deep old well. 



Where the spring was never dry, 

 And the cool drops down from the mossy stones 



Were falling constantly ; 

 And there never was Avater half so sweet 



As that in my little cup. 

 Drawn up to the curb by the rude old sweep. 



Which my father's hand set up ; 

 And that deep old well, O, that deep old well ! 



I remember yet the plashing sound 

 Of the bucket as it fell. 



Our homestead had an ample hearth. 



Where at night wc loved to meet ; 

 There my mother's voice was alw-ays kind. 



And her smile was always sweet ; 

 And there I've sat on my father's knee, 



And watched his thoughtful brow. 

 With my childish hand in his raven hair — 



That hair is silver now ! 

 But that broad hearth's light, O, that broad hearth's 

 light ! 



And my father's look, and my mother's smile. 

 They are in my heart to-night. 



" You labor overmuch on your composition, doc- 

 tor," said a flippant clergyman to a venerable divine. 

 " I write a sermon in three houi-s, and make nothing 

 of it." " So your church says," quoth the doctor. 



TERMS. — The New England Farmer is published 

 every other Saturday, making a neat and handsome 

 volume, at the close of the year, of 416 pages, at gl a 

 year, or five copies for ^4, payable in advance. It niaj 

 be elegantly bound in muslin, embossed and gilt, at 2o 

 cents a volume, if left at this office. As it is stereo- 

 typed, back numbers can be furnished to new subscribers. 



1^ The Postage .^gi 



On this paper is only 1 cent, or 26 cents a year, within 

 the state, or within 100 miles out of tlic state ; and l^ 

 cents, or 39 cents a year, beyond those distances. 



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