No. 2. Keeping Fruit — Corn, The Weevil. — Farmer's Song. 



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How to keep Cattle out of tlie High Way. 



Cattle are much inclined to run in the 

 highway either when that aflbrds the best 

 feed, or when they have no otlier pasture. 

 By the process here recommended, you will 

 compel these vagrants to walk in different 

 paths, and if your fences be good, the enclo- 

 sures of their owners will be more likely to 

 afford them an asylum. 



This simple process then accomplishes 

 three objects. It kills your bushes and briers, 

 makes you a good manure, and drives stray 

 beasts from tlie road. One more advantage 

 shall be named, — besides what you gain m 

 addition of beauty to your rows of winter 

 apple trees will grow and bear better by the 

 roadside ploughing in this manner, than they 

 will when you leave the soil and bushes 

 undisturbed. 



Young trees particularly cannot contend 

 with success against the roots of grass and 

 bushes. Breaking up the soil, even if a part 

 of it be carried away is beneficial to them. 



None but winter fruit should grow by the 

 road side, and the Baldwin is here to be pre- 

 ferred to the Greening, as it grows more 

 erect and will not rudely salute the civil tra- 

 veler. 



By picking these winter apples in season 

 you will save nearly the whole fruit to 

 yourself; but suppose you lose one-half, and 

 it gets into the pocket of the traveler, you 

 can well afford it, for only half the shade of 

 the tree falls on your land. And trees grow- 

 ing by a wall are usually much more produc- 

 tive than those standing in mid-field. 



Keeping Fruit* 



At a recent meeting of the Horticultural 

 Society in London, a paper was read, enti- 

 tled " An account of the different modes of 

 keeping fruit, which have been tried at the 

 Society's garden for the season of 1831." 

 The statement was drawn up at the garden, 

 and enumerated eight different modes ; the 

 three best and most practicable of which 

 were, the covering of the fruit in pure and 

 perfectly dry sand, dry fern, or in a deal box 

 buried in the earth. By any of these modes 

 it was preserved, free from shrivelling and 

 any disagreeable flavor; in all it must be de- 

 posited in a cold situation. By the other five 

 modes, although the fruit was preserved in a 

 pretty sound state, a musty flavor was found 

 to be communicated ; this was especially the 

 case where oat- chaft" was the medium. 



Corn — The Weevil. 



As the season is now approaching when 

 farmers will commence gathering their corn 

 crops, I deem it my duty, (as a farmer,) to in- 

 fjrin tiiem, through the medium of your 

 paper, how to secure their corn from the 

 ravages of the weevil, which often, during the 

 summer and fall seasons, entirely destroys 

 whole houses of corn. As the remedy is so 

 simple and cheap, 1 am in hopes no farmer 

 will leave it untried. It is simply this. 

 When hauling in a crop of corn, have a 

 mixture of salt and water prepared (say one 

 pint of salt to a gallon of water,) and as each 

 load is tJirown into the house, sprinkle it 

 thorougiily with salt and water, and it will 

 entirely prevent the insect from breeding in 

 the corn, and likewise cause the husks to 

 to be more palatable for stock of any kind. 

 As I know this from experience, I feel no 

 doubt in recommending it to others. 



A Farmer, 



Excess of ceremony shows want of breed- 

 ing; that civility is best which excludes all 

 superfluous formality. 



Tlie Farmer's Song. 



Sweet is the bread iliat toil hath won, 



And sweet the sleep it biiiigs, 

 And sweetly when the day is done 



My cheerful helpmate si-ngs: 

 How pioudly round my hearth I see 



My sturdy sons draw near, 

 And O how kindly smiles on me 



Each one that's gathered here. 



A thousand songsters welcome me 



Forth to my daily toil. 

 And flowers of many a form and hue, 



Upspringing from the soil : 

 The Spring with promise, beckons me 



To sow the needful grain, 

 And glorious Autumn, thankful, shows 



Its harvest mantled plain. 



The student in his narrow cell 



Reads by his midnight lamp : 

 I read in Nature's open book 



Truths of immortal stamp: 

 While raonarchs tremble on their thrones, 



And quakes the city's lord, 

 I firmly stand upon the earth, 



A basis deep and broad. 



Sweet is the bread that toil hath won, 



And sweet the sleep it brings, 

 And sweetly when the day is done 



My cheerful helpmate sings; 

 How proudly round the hearth I see 



My sturdy sons draw near, 

 And O how kindly smiles on nie 



Each one that's gathered hfre. 



