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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



March 



der high cultivation, is but little less. I know 

 of no trees planted that pay better. 



Under those standard pear trees, — Bartlett, 

 Clout Morceau, and Amalis, — you see annual 

 Phlox — mixed colors — which produce a splen- 

 did effect when sown in masses, and it seems 

 to almost baffle the effects of a blighting frost. 

 This is one of the most desirable of all the 

 annuals. The German stocks under the next 

 tree were a long time in bloom, — beautifully 

 double, and they stood the fifth blighting frost 

 like heroes, when I removed them to the cel- 

 lar, where they remained in bloom for several 

 weeks. 



Under the next tree is Candytuft, mixed 

 colors, — beautiful, and indispensable in every 

 garden ; mixed German Pansies under the 

 next, and so on. That rose tree, that circles 

 the entire arbor, is the single Prairie, which, 

 for two weeks furnished a perfect mass of 

 flowers, covering more than 150 feet, and was 

 a marked object of beauty and admiration. 



These exquisite little yellow flowers you see 

 fifteen feet up in the pear tree, are the Ca- 

 nara Bird Flower ; and these dark, rich green 

 climbers you see on the lattice by the piazza 

 columns, are the Madeira Vine. That mass of 

 bright orange under the Tompkins County 

 King apple is the old single Marigold, — not 

 "far fetched and dearly bought;" but if there 

 is beauty in a deep rich orange, then this flower 

 deserves a place in every garden. It sows 

 itself in abundance, — keeps coming and bloom- 

 ing all through the season, and pays no regard 

 to ordinary frosts. White perennial Phlox is 

 a sacred, sovereign flower, and deserves a 

 place in every garden. Sweet peas sown as a 

 hedge beside the front fence are very showy. 



That row of Black-cap Raspberries, and the 

 row of Red (Fillbasket variety,) give us two 

 pecks of rich berries each ; and these currant 

 bushes beside the fence yield three pecks an- 

 nually, which add much to the comforts of the 

 family. 



The two Delaware grape vines in the centre 

 of the garden, five years out, bore almost a 

 bushel this season, though badly injured by 

 the early frost. 



The flowering shrubs — Wiegela Rosea — 

 Deutzia Scabra, Flowering Almond, and her- 

 baceous Peonies, and DIelytras, and this old 

 White Cottage Rose, bring us back to the 

 front walks. 



In that little spot in the comer of the jard, 

 I set a pole, whereon is a little martin house, 

 in which dwell a score of little warblers that 

 fill the air with sweet music, making day joy- 

 ous from April to August. L. L. P. 



East Jaffrey, N. H., Dec, 18G7. 



—The following arc the offlcers of the Strafford 

 County, N. H., Agricultural Society :— President, 

 Hon. H. R. Roberts; Secretary, Hon. J. H. Ela; 

 Treasurer, Oliver H. Lord; Superintendent, Jas. 

 F. Lawrence. 



TVINTEK. 



The clouds are white and the skies are pale, 



For the breath of Winter is on the gale; 



The winds are rude and the air is chill, 



And over the brow of the sloping hill 



The breeze comes sweeping with mournful tread, 



O'er where the summer flowers lie dead. 



The snow lies spotless, and pure, and white, 



On the lowly vale and the distant height; 



'Tis drifted thick o'er the garden beds, 



Where our floral treasures once reared their heads; 



Its spotless garment of virgin hue 



Has hidden them all from our longing view. 



The verdant tresses that caught the breeze 



On the waving boughs of the tall old trees. 



Have fallen silently one by one, 



In the sombre shade of the forest dun ; 



While the tall old monarchs, with snowy crown, 



Are solemn and stately, bare and browu. 



The brook that babbled, so loud and clear, 

 Past the flowery heath and the sedgy mere. 

 Has felt a touch of the north wind bold, 

 As he bitterly scattered his frost and cold; 

 And, pausing quick in its onward flow, 

 Lies quiet and still neath the ice and snow. 



No more the breath of the summer time 

 Shall bear us drenms of a sun-bright clime. 

 Where never shadow or storm shall blight 

 The scented bloom of the roses bright; 

 Where never blossom or leaf shall fade. 

 In shady bower or sunny glade. 



No more through meadows of living green 

 Shall sparkle the brooklet's silvery sheen ; 

 No longer now, through the hushed air, floats 

 The tone of the song souled wild bird's notes; 

 Nor under the vaulted summer sky 

 Do we watch the clouds as we dreamily lie. 



No more I no more I for the snow lies deep 

 O'er the lowly vale and the hillside steep ; 

 The sun hangs low in the southern skies; 

 The flitting daylight quickly dies ; 

 And the north wind flies on his pinions wide. 

 For the Winter reigns in his kingly pride. 



GROUND AND UNGEOTJND COBS. 



The following statements are from an article 

 in the Rural World, written by Isaac A, 

 Hedges. 



Mr. Wm. Scott, of Fairfield county, Ohio, 

 fed a large lot of mules through the winter for 

 a Kentucky farmer, for a stipulated price per 

 head, agreeing to give a specified quantity of 

 corn in the ear. After feeding about one 

 month, the owner came over to see them, and 

 fearing they were not doing as well as they 

 ought to, proposed that if Mr. Scott would 

 get a corn crusher and grind all the com and 

 cobs, he would pay $1.5 per month more. 

 Mr. S. got the mill — the mules could not eat 

 all the corn, and at the same time commenced 

 to improve so rapidly that, to use his own 

 words, he saved his mill in com, besides being 

 paid in the four months the price extra. He 

 said he used it seven years, grinding for all his 

 stock ; and upon selling his farm sold the mill 

 at his vendue at $45, (its original cost was S60.) 



Many farmers still doubt the claim for nu- 

 triment in corn cobs. I have none whatever. 

 It was related at one of the farmers' club 

 meetings in Ohio, by a member of the State 

 Board of Agriculture, that one of his neigh- 

 bors, a widow lady, had wintered her cow 



