



DEVOTED TO AGRICULTURE AND ITS KINDRED ARTS AND SCIENCES. 



VOL. VII. 



BOSTON, NOVEMBER, 1855. 



NO. 11, 



JOEL NOURSE, Proprietor, 

 Office.. ..QciNCT Hall. 



SIMON BROWN, EDITOR. 



FRED'K HOLBROOK, \ Associate 

 HENRY F. FRENCH, 5 Editors. 



CALENDAR FOR NOVEMBER. 



"Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers 



That lately sprang and stood 

 In brighter light and softer airs, 



A beauteous sisterhood ? 

 Alas ! they all are in their graves ; 



The gentle race of flowers 

 Are lying in their lowly beds, 



With the fair and good of ours. 

 The rain is falling where they lie. 



But the cold Nuvemher rain 

 Calls not, from out the gloomy earth, 



The lovely ones again." Bryant. 



OVEMBER, gloomy, 

 sad November, we 

 welcome )"ou, not 

 withstanding your 

 grave countenance 

 and despoiled ap- 

 pearance. We welcome you 

 in the same spirit that we 

 often sing that beautifully 

 touching anthem — . 



"I would not live alway, 

 I ask not to stay," &c. 



It is by no means a mel- 

 ancholy thought to us, that 

 the time shall surely come 

 when M'e shall lie down for 

 the last time on oui- 

 worldly couch ; that 

 our " body shall re- 

 turn to dust as it 

 was, and our spirit 

 to God who gave it ;" and in the same feeling that 

 we admit this thought, and sing the anthem alluded 

 to, we welcome that annual tj i)e of decay — Novem- 

 ber. 



Nothing is more trite than the comparison of the 

 seasons to the life of man, but its triteness makes 

 its tnith ; and he Mho observes at all, cannot fail to 

 see how Nature, through all her revolutions, delin- 

 eates upon things inanimate, the semblances of 

 things animate, sliowing the close connection of 

 man and bird and beast, wth the unbreathing Na- 

 ture that surrounds them, and leading the human 

 mind naturally to comparisons and reflections by 



which a moral lesson is engrafted on the connec- 

 tion of the animate with the inanimate. 



November, although classed as the last Autumn 

 month, in our northern climate, partakes far more 

 of Winter than of Summer, and, on its conclusion, 

 we often see the white garb of Winter spread over 

 all the earth about us, and hear the merry bells, as 

 the sleigh-riders glide smoothly along the glassy 

 surface of the road-way, seeking either business or 

 pleasure. The harvests are now all secured. The 

 scaffolds in the good farmer's barn are filled to the 

 very rafters with clean and wholesome and sweet- 

 smelHng hay; the grain-bins are well filled with 

 corn and rye and wheat and oats ; in the cellars ai'e 

 stowed away potatoes and pumpkins, beets, carrots, 

 turnips, &c. &c., ready for indulging the appetite of 

 both man and beast ; the wood MJiich was cut, split, 

 and so nicely packed away in the wood-house last 

 Winter and Spring, now begins to yield its com- 

 forts in the cheerful blaze ujjon the winter hearth ; 

 the long evenmgs are spent by the farmer's family 

 and his friends and neighbors before the ruddy 

 glow made by the ignition of the seasoned oak, 

 walnut and rock maple. If the farmer has done his 

 duty, the cattle stalls are all in order, tight, warm and 

 comfortable ; cattle-cords and curr3'-combs are kejit 

 hanging in theii' proper places, and every morning 

 the oxen and cows are carded smooth and nice, and 

 the horses are curried and their manes and tails 

 combed out and made to shine almost as if they 

 were of silk. The sleds are got ready to haul the 

 wintei-'s wood to be cut, saM'ed, split and piled in 

 place of that M-hich was prepared last winter, and 

 which is now so useful, and all is ready for old Bo- 

 reas. Farmer Slothful has come over from Sleepy 

 Hollow, to pay Farmer Thrifty a visit at Wide- 

 awakeville. He arrived last evening, mounted on a 

 poor, raw-boned horse, having on him a wagon-har- 

 ness, the farmer riding just behind the pad saddle. 



Farmer Thrifty had just finished work at the 

 barn, and was ajiproaching the house as Farmer 

 Slothful rode up. "Why, what upon earth has 

 happened to bring you here hi lliat pliglit, neigh- 



