No. 7. 



Cut- Worm. — Green Corn. — Poetry. 



231 



For tlie Farmers' Cabinet. 

 The Cut-Worm. 



My corn has been almost totally destroyed 

 several times by the depredations of the cut- 

 worm ; in fact, their ravages have become 

 truly alarming. I have resorted to various 

 expedients to avoid this great evil, but have 

 observed that the lands ploughed in the fall, 

 the winter, and the spring, both in the same 

 field and in different fields, to suffer equally 

 by the mischief occasioned by the cut-worm. 

 1 flatter myself, however, with the belief that 

 I have at length discovered a remedy for this 

 scourge, which consists in mowing the crop 

 — not feeding it. I commonly mow for hay 

 in the sixth month, and again in the fall for 

 seed; then, early the next spring, I plough 

 up the same field for corn, and have never 

 known a piece of land thus prepared to be 

 attacked by the cut-worm. One close mow- 

 ing in the eighth month may probably answer 

 the same purpose; but of this I am not so 

 positive. In the few cases which have come 

 under my notice, however, the plan seemed 

 to answer. Now, I am not prepared to offer 

 any reason for the success of this plan : it 

 may be that the egg of the fly being deposited 

 on the high grass, is carried with the hay 

 into the barn ; or it may be destroyed by the 

 scorching rays of the sun on the removal of 

 the crop; or the fly may seek other fields 

 better adapted to their purpose than that 

 which is fresh mown. T expect to make far- 

 ther observation respecting this very interest- 

 ing matter, but wish the reader of the Cabi- 

 net to know all that I know about it at pre- 

 sent, and to profit by the information if they 

 will. 



I would be very glad if authors would affix 

 their names to every article published in the 

 pages of the Cabinet. Come, friends, don't 

 be ashamed of your productions; it is very 

 desirable that we should know where the 

 writer of an article resides, and also his name ; 

 this is, in many cases, indispensable, in order 

 to be able to appreciate the value of his com- 

 munication, MicAjAH T, Johnson. 



Short Creek, Harrison Co., Ohio, 23d of 1st mo. 3842. 



Green Corn. 



Mr. Editor, — The lovers of green corn 

 (roasting ears) in my neighbourhood, are sadly 

 annoyed by an evil for which I would ask of 

 your intelligent readers a remedy. When 

 the green corn is pulled and the husk stripped 

 off, behold ! an ugly green or grey worm, 

 from half an inch to two inches long, which 

 has been devouring the corn all around the 

 top of the ear, sometimes up and down the 

 whole length, greatly injuring its value, and 

 presenting a very offensive and unpleasant 



spectacle. I have seen our market full of 

 early corn in July, and almost every ear 

 disfigured in this way; upon examining the 

 ear, there will generally be found a little hole 

 perforating the husk, through which the 

 worm made his ingress, or where the husk 

 was punctured by a bee or insect, for laying 

 an egg, and thus producing the worm. Will 

 some of your readers inform us, in your next, 

 how this loafer may be expelled, or his ra- 

 vages prevented "? Latitude 39. 



Pennsylvania Statistics. 



By the returns made to the national govern- 

 ment we learn that there are 30 powder-mills 

 in this state, manufacturing about 1,200,000 

 pounds annually. Drugs and medicines, to 

 an amount exceeding two millions of dollars, 

 are manufactured. There are 25 glass-works, 

 182 potteries, 20 sugar refineries, 87 paper 

 manufactories, employing about 800 men ; 

 39 rope-walks, 736 flooring-mills, 2554 grist- 

 mills, 4359 saw-mills, 118 oil-mills, 346 ful- 

 ling-mills, 235 woollen factories, 109 cotton 

 factories, 950 people employed in raising 

 tobacco, 1170 tanneries, 1010 distilleries, 87 

 breweries, 16,328 gallons of wine made, 213 

 furnaces, 365,127 horses, 1,767,620 sheep, 

 1,.503,964 swine, 11,522 men engaged in 

 mining operations, 13,213,077 bushels of 

 wheat, 100,000 bushels more than raised in 

 New York. — Philadelphia Gazette. 



To a Land Tortoise. 



Giiid mornin' frien', ye're early creepin', 

 Wi' liead erect about ye peepin', 

 And steady gait ye always keep in. 



Aye sure and slaw, 

 I doubt the time ye tak' to sleep in 



Is unco sma'. 



Your crawlin' pits me aye in mind 

 O' turtles o' the human kind ; 

 How many crawlers do we find 



'Mang sons o' men, 

 Wi' thoughts unto the earth inclined 



Until the end ! 



Ye'd live a hunder years they say. 

 An' mony a weary mile ye gae, 

 An' mony a hunder eggs ye lay, 



Ye queer auld beast, 

 Whilk gies the snake, your mortal foe, 



Fu' mony a feast. 



Ah ! now ye've shut yoursel up tight— 

 Ise think ye're in an awsome plight, 

 At seeing such an unco sight 



As my queer face ; 

 Gang on your gait — I'm na the wight 



Wad harm your race! 



Aiblins, I might, for fun or fame, 

 Just carve upo' your hard auld wame. 

 The twa initials o'my name, 



An' whan I met ye, 

 Whilk done, nae ither right I'd claim. 



Than down to set ye. 



But fare ye weel ! I now maun leave ye, 

 I ken my absence will na grieve ye; 

 Wi' jingling Scotch I'll na mair deave ye. 



An' ithers too. 

 So, ance for a' I freely gi'e ye 



A lang Adieu I 



