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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



Feb. 



Friday followed by soreness and lameness forward, 

 increasing rapidly, with great restlessness, disposi- 

 tion to change position frequently, and great diffi- 

 culty in moving the fore legs. Pulse 65 to 70 per 

 minute ; fore legs hot, and trembling almost con- 

 stantly. He had no cough, but the breathing was 

 sometimes frequent, apparently governed by the 

 pain and exertion he made to move. The air ap- 

 peared to enter every part of his lungs, with free- 

 dom, producing the usual respiratory manner up 

 to within five hours of his death. I then perceived 

 his breathing more labored, and thought pulmona- 

 ry congestion was rapidly supervening — gave up all 

 hope, and left him in care of his faithful groom. 



.... History must now do him justice 



He has doubtless exceeded even your early and 

 most sanguine expectations. ... In the poetic lan- 

 guage of Job, he was a horse whose 'neck was cloth- 

 ed with thunder,' and the 'glory' of whose 'nostrils 

 was terrible.' " — Boston Cultivator. 



ROYAL ROAD TO GOOD FRUIT. 



The roj-al road to a supply of good fruit, laid 

 down in the following paragraph from the JVew 

 England Farmer, reminds us of the royal road to 

 science which is sometimes pointed out by ambitious 

 book-makers and quack school teachers. It is too 

 easy to be of value. It is ^'French in six lessons," 

 and "German in one quarter." We don't believe in 

 it, or in anything of the kind. Nevertheless, the 

 JVew England Farmer stands sponsor for it in a 

 half-dozen exchange papers now before us, is an 

 authority in such matters, and so — here goes ! Any 

 one who gets fruit trees to his liking in this way 

 will please let us know. 



"How TO GET Fruit Trees to your Liking. — 

 In the fall, October or November, take a branch 

 of an apple or pear tree, such as suits your ^aste, 

 take off down to the third year's growth, cut it 

 smooth and rub it on a red-hot iron, so as to scorch 

 and shut the pores of the wood thoroughly ; then 

 bury in the ground all but the last year's growth. 

 If placed in good ground, and well taken care of, 

 you will have fruit in five or six years. I have 

 sometimes dipped the lower end in melted rosin, 

 but think burning preferable. I have a tree near 

 my door that is nine feet high and well proportion- 

 ed, that I took from a graft four years ago ; to this, 

 rosin was applied, and whatever sprouts sprung up, 

 the next summer were bent down and became roots. 

 We get fruit this way considerably quicker than 

 from seeds, and we know what we have growing, 

 and when grown the whole tree is of the same kind, 

 and whatever sprouts come from the roots in after 

 years can be transplanted without grafting. In case 

 of drouth the first year, they should be watered." — 

 Rural JVeiv-Yorker. 



Remarks. — Some correspondent of the JVew 

 England Farmer may have expressed the views 

 above stated by the Rural, but if so, it is the cor- 

 respondent, and not the Farmer, that is "the au- 

 thority." There are yet some things to be learned 

 about trees, but there is no royal road to an or- 

 chard bending with luscious fruit. It must come 

 by long care and patient assiduity. 



LET US BE HAPPY. 



BY ELIZA COOK. 



! let US be happy when friends gather round us, 



However the world may have shadowed our lot ; 

 When the rose -braided links of affection have bound us, 



Let the gold chains of earth be despised and forgot ; 

 And say that the friendship is only ideal, 



That Truth and Devotion are blessings unknown. 

 For he who believes every heart is unreal, 



Has something unsound at the core of his own. 

 O ! let us be happy when moments of pleasure 



Have brought to our presenee the dearest and best, 

 For the pulse always beats to most heavenly measure. 



When love and good-will sweep the wings of the breast. 



! let us be happy when moments of meeting 



Bring those to our side who illumine our eyes ; 

 And though Folly, perchance, shake a bell at the greeting 



He is the dullest of fools who forever is wise. 

 Let the laughter of Joy echo over our bosoms, 



As the hum of the bee for the mid-summer flowers, 

 For this honey of happiness is from love's blossoms, 



And is found in the hive of these exquisite hours. 

 Then let us be happy when moments of pleacure 



Have brought to our presence the dearest and best, 

 For the pulse always beats to most heavenly measure. 



When love and good-will sweep the strings of the breast. 



Let us plead not a spirit too sad and too weary, 



To yield the kind word, and the mirth-lighted smile ; 

 The heart, like the tree, must be fearfully dreary. 



Where the robin of hope will not warble awhile. 

 Let us say in our pride, that we care not for others, 



And live in our wealth like an ox in his stall ; 

 'Tis the commerce of love, with our sisters and brothers, 



Helps to pay a great d^t to the Father of All. 

 Then let us be happy when moments of pleasure 



Have brought to our presence the dearest and best. 

 For the pulse ever beats with more heavenly measure, 



When love and good-will sweep the strings of the breast. 



PECULIAR HABITS AND MANNERS 

 OF THE DUTCH. 



In all parts of the continent of Europe, with the 

 exception of Holland, there is so much in common 

 in the modes of living, that in going from Paris to 

 Naples, the traveller recognizes but little difference 

 in all the ordinary modes of living. But the mo- 

 ment the precincts of Holland are entered, the dif- 

 ference is quite marked. The combinations of dykes 

 and canals, straight rows of trees, gardens which 

 overspread the landscape, laid out with mathemati- 

 cal precision, and the wings of the wind-mills, which 

 are swinging in every breeze, gives to everything a 

 different aspect from that which is met with any 

 where else. Extreme cleanliness in all that apper- 

 tains to the dwellings, the barns, and stables, is a 

 very striking characteristic, — it gives a degree of 

 freshness to everything, which is very pleasant to 

 the stranger who has just arrived from Italy. ' Sat- 

 urday morning is the time when a universal clean- 

 ing takes place. The doors and windows of the 

 houses are thrown wide open on this day, and the 

 bustle that is going on within is a caution to all in- 

 truders to keep their distance, or run the risk of 

 being saluted with the mop or the brush, or the 

 spouting water which issues from a small engine, 

 which is almost universally used to clean the side- 

 walks, the walls and the windows. As soon as this 

 is all over, the doors and windows are closed again, 

 and the house is shut uj) for another Meek. The 

 drawing-rooms of the dwellings are seldom entered 

 except upon great occasions, such as a wedding, or 



