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NEW ENGLAOT) FARIVIER. 



Oct. 



HARVEST TIME. 



The lengthening BhidowB, leaving the green lea, 

 Creep down tlie rugged rocka aud stoop to kiss the eea; 

 Then hurriedly climb up again, turn and flee 



Back to the purple hill. 

 Up the broad path the reapers homeward go , 

 The little gleaners wander to and fro; 

 And from the valley, lying just below 



Echoes the tinkling rill. 



The lindens, leaning over the green lane, 

 And hung with samples of the golden grain, 

 Caught from the fullness of the laden wain 



As it bore home its prize. 

 Their clusferina; leaves press the bright light away, 

 And 80 beneath reigns twilight all the day, 

 Save when some straying sunbeams, like a fay 



Peeps in with laughing eyes. 



Beyond the harvest fields the rolling land 

 Slopes to the sea; towaid the level strand 

 The waves ride proudly in, to greet the sand, 



Each bows its silvered ores' ; 

 Then, rearing up, sweeps out again to sea, 

 Chanting upon their way, sweet melody, 

 Ajid 80 they rise and fall unceasingly, 



And never are at rest. 



Wrapped in a peaceful stillness Nature lies, 



As if, while gazing on the quiet skies, 



She had louktd past their depths, had met God's eyes, 



And in that gaze grown calm; 

 As if, awed by the solemn sight, she lay, 

 Or, fallen asleep, was dreaming life away, 

 Singing, unconsciously, by night and day 



A reverential psalm. 



Half veiled in golden light of shimmering air. 

 The landscape stretches, wondrously fair. 

 No trace of paling beauty anywhere; 



Nature is in her prime. 

 In richest robea tfie hills and woods appear. 

 The lakes and si rings lie motionless and clear, 

 Ruled by the f.iirest Queen of all the year — 

 Beautiful harvest time. 



The silver river, winding through the lea, 

 The sin ing birds on every greenwood tree, 

 The music of the never silent sea, 



The deep and silent wood, 

 Are never changing witnesses that He 

 Who made all these fair things so gracioUBly 

 Is mighty in His love, and prayerfully 



I whisper, "God is good." 



Hushed for the night is labor's busy hum. 

 The patient oxeu from the home croft come, • 

 Their yoke unl osened, and their day's work done, 



Down to the little spring. 

 In from the sea the fragrant breezes roam. 

 Bearing the scent of sea flowers, freshly blown, 

 And murmuring of their wild, free ocean tiome, 



They gladden everything. 



Like little lambkins hastening to the fold, 

 And seeking shelter from the night and cold, 

 Drift the white cloudlets to the gates of gold, 



And enlcr one by one; 

 All day ranging about the quiet sky, 

 God's great wide pasture ground stretched out on high, 

 They've wandered, and, now weary, homeward hie, 



Where gleams the sinking sun. 



Into its rainbow curtuiued setting place 



The golden orb rides down with stately grace. 



Slow veilirg in the clouds its radiant face, 



Ar.d lo I at its command. 

 Longer the shadows fill on rock and tree, 

 From my eight fades the harvest plain and sea, 

 And twilight clasps its pale arms lovingly, 



About the peaceful land. 



— Hon. N. S. Townshcnd, President of the Ohio 

 Wool Growers' Association, says Combing Wool 

 has been grown in Ohio, which has been pro- 

 nounced by cxiicrts to be equal to that gro^vn in 

 any part of the world 



MAINE AQRICULTURAL COLLEGE. 



The last number of the Maine Farmer con- 

 tains an editorial "Look at the Industrial 

 College" of that State, of about two columns 

 in length. The college grounds consist of 

 two farms and two sets of farm buildings, 

 about one third of a mile apart, and comprise 

 about 3C5 acres, 175 of which are under culti- 

 vation. It is situated in the town of Orono, 

 nine miles from Bangor. One of these farm 

 houses has been rebuilt at an expense of about 

 $5000, a dormitory 47 by 63 feet, 2 stories 

 high, has been erected, at a cost of $18,000 ; 

 and near to the dormitory, -which is situated 

 between the two old farm houses, and com- 

 mands a view of both, a laboratory, 40 by 

 50 feet, with an extension 32 by 50, to cost 

 $25,000, has been commenced — sums that 

 considerably exceed the $30,000 which the 

 legislature appropriated for building purposes. 

 The Trustees give notice that the institution 

 will be opened for the reception of the first 

 class of students on the 21st of September. 



We are sorry to find that the Editor of the 

 Farmer was not entirely pleased with the sit- 

 uation, the buildings, or the prospects of this 

 institution. He speaks of the soil of the farm 

 as chiefly a clayey loam, and says, "it by no 

 means represents, as such a farm should rep- 

 resent, an epitome of the soil of Maine, and 

 it is in a section that never has and never can 

 take high rank as an agricultural district. 

 Everything is against it. We fear the farm 

 will never be a favorable locality for the 

 proper testing of, and experimenting with, the 

 different kinds of fruit trees — a feature of 

 great importance in connection with the pur- 

 poses of the Institution, and one as desirable 

 to be secured as any that can be mentioned." 

 Still he noticed "near the north-west corner 

 of the farm, three or four acres sufl[iciently 

 rocky and apparently of good character for an 

 orchard ; while near the White farm buildings, 

 especially to the north of the barn and upon a 

 declivity facing the northward, is considerable 

 sandy or light loamy soil." 



We are not acquainted with the "clayey 

 loam" of the Penobscot and its tributaries, 

 but if it is any thing like the clayey loam of 

 the valley of Lake Champlain, with which we 

 are acquainted, we must hope that the strong 

 hands of the young men of ilaine, guided by 

 tfie teachings of science and aided by modem 



