1855. 



NEW ENGLAND FAR5IER. 



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•we refer. Slave labor produces less than any 

 other, and where the slave exists the master nev- 

 er works, while in New England every man la- 

 bors with his own hands, and is proud to do so. 



Yet, Ijack of those considerations, as all histo- 

 ry shows us, there is a law of compensation as to 

 climate which seems univer.sal. A cold climate 

 is most favorable to the development of an active 

 and energetic character. This is, after all, the 

 grand secret of the whole matter. The New Eng- 

 land youth sees before him a rugged country, of 

 forest-covered hills, cut through by rushing 

 streams, with the winter snows drifting, deep 

 about them. But he feels the power within him 

 to fell the forest, to dam the river, to break the 

 snow-paths — to build mills, to grade the hills and 

 valleys for railways. Everything gives way be- 

 fore an energy and a will of which he, whose 

 chee^ is fanned by a Southern breeze in his youth, 

 knows nothing. 



Often the Northern man, trained to active life 

 at home, finds him,self, by a short residence at the 

 South, enervated and weakened by the climate, 

 and ceases to wonder at the different habits of 

 the people. 



We may speculate and theorize as wc will, it 

 is true at this very hour, that the sun in hifi 

 whole course around the earth does not now 

 search out a people of the same number occupy- 

 ing a like amount of territory, so well supplied 

 with the necessaries of life, so well educated, so 

 moral, go free and so happy, as those of New 

 England. 



What we might be with a warm and genial 

 climate and a mellow soil we cannot tell. What 

 we are, with the rough north winds, and our 

 rocky hills, and a free sky bending over ua, let 

 us consider well and be thankful. 



For Ike yew England Farmer. 



POTATOES. 



The crop of potatoes in Massachusetts, and 

 probably in New England generally, was uncom- 

 monly fine hist year, and altogether the most 

 profitable crop raised. Of the Black Chenan- 

 gocs, which I have raised for more than ten years 

 past, without any rot in a single case, I last year 

 obtained 320 Ijushels to the acre. They are now 

 worth at my door 05 cts. per bushel — 320 y- 05 

 =,s208,30. This on land just broken up, and 

 with a moderate quantity of stiilde manure, say 

 25 cart-loads to an acre, plowed in, gives a nett 

 profit greater by far than any I know of in ordi- 

 nary agriculture. 



Of the Jenny Lind potatoes, of which kind 1 

 planted only 8 square rods, I raised 24 bushels, 

 or at the rate of 480 bushels to the acre — worth 

 now 02.i cts. per bushel, equal to $300 to the 

 acre. 



This last is a huge, coarse potato, but well 

 worth raising, owing to its wonderful productive- 

 nees ; they are used for table purposes by many, 



being generally a little cheaper than other kinds, 

 and pretty good eating late in the season. The 

 Black Chenangoes seem to improve every suc- 

 ceeding year, and are now in this neighborhood 

 esteemed one of the best kinds for cooking, and 

 owing to the fiict that they never suffer from rot, 

 are more cultivated, I think, than any other 

 kind. Amasa Walker, 



North Brookfield, March, 1855, 



SOULS, NOT STATIONS. ^ 



Who shall juilge a man from raauners? 



Who shall know him by his dress ? 

 Paupers may be fit for princes, 



Princes fit for something less. 

 Crumpled shirt and dirty jacket 



May beclothe the golden ore 

 Of the deepest thoughts and feelings — 



Satin vests could do no more. 

 There are springs of crystal nectar 



Ever welling out of stone ; 

 There are purple buds and golden 



Hidden, crushed, and overgrown. 

 God, who counts bj' souls, not dresses, 



Loves and prospers you and me, 

 While he values thrones, the highest. 



But as pebbles in the sea. 



Man, upraised above his fellows — 



Oft forgets his fellows then ; 

 Masters — rulers — lonls remember 



That your meanest kinds are men i 

 Men by labor, men by feeling. 



Men by thought and men by fame, 

 Clainalng equal rights to sunshine 



In a man's ennobling name. 

 There are foam-embroidered oceans. 



There are little weed-clad rills, 

 There are feeble inch-high saplings, 



There are cedars on the hill ; 

 But God, who counts by souls, not stations, 



Loves and prospers you and me ; 

 For to Him all vain distinctions 



Are as pebbles in the sea. 



Toiling hands alone are builders 



Of a nation's wealth and fame ; 

 Titled laziness is pensioned, 



Fed and fattened on the same. 

 By the sweat of others' foreheads, 



Living only to rejoice, 

 While the poor man's outraged freedom 



Vainly lifteth up its voice. 

 But truth and justice are eternal. 



Born with loveliness ancj light ; 

 And sunset's wrongs should never prosper 



While there is a sunny right ; 

 And God, whose world-heard voice is singing 



Boundless love to you and me. 

 Will sink oppression with its titles, 



As the pebbles iu the sea. 



Sheep. — Lawrence Smith, of !MiddlefieId, has 

 been testing the respective merits of the Merino 

 and Oxfordshire sheep, and finds that the latter 

 are at the same time the most productive and the 

 least expensive ; they are also very prolific, usual- 

 ly giving birtli to twins, and Mr. Smith has dis- 

 covered that while the receipts on ten Merintis 

 amounted to $32, tlie profits on nine Oxfurd- 

 shircs was $00,00. lie also states that the lamb 

 of the latter species often attain the weight of 

 100 lbs. on nothing but the milk aflbrded by the 

 dam, and says that lie hus had a seven-month 



