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Large Wheat Crops. — The Beautiful. 



Vol. VIII. 



But further, if water be allowed to stag- 

 nate over the finer grasses, they soon find 

 themselves in circumstances in which it is 

 not consistent witli their nature to exhibit a 

 healthy growth. They droop, therefore, and 

 die, and are succeeded by new races, to 

 which the wet land is more congenial. 



5°. It is known also, that even running 

 water, if kept flowing without intermission, 

 for too long a period, will injure the pasture. 

 This is because a long immersion in water, 

 induces a decay of vegetable matter in the 

 soil which is unfavourable to the growth of 

 the grasses — producing chemical compounds, 

 which are not naturally formed in those situ- 

 ations in which the grasses delight to grow, 

 and which are unwholesome to them. Al- 

 though, therefore, the water continues to 

 supply those various kinds of food by which 

 the grasses are benefited, yet it becomes 

 necessary to withdraw it for a time, in order 

 that other injurious consequences may be 

 avoided. 



Wheat Crops in Succession. 



We take the following account of five extraordinary 

 crops of wheat in succession, from the Southern Culti 

 vator, publislied at Augusta, Ga.— Ed. 



Elkton, Md., Jan. 6th, 1843. 



De/vr Sir, — I observe in your paper of the 

 21st ult., a request that I should give you 

 some information respecting five successive 

 crops of wheat grown on a ten acre lot, 

 which formerly belonged to me at this place. 

 The lot was clear of timber as long as I had 

 any knowledge, except two or three black 

 walnut trees. The soil is a light sandy loam 

 mould ; it had been in clover and timothy 

 for some years, then put in corn, and it 

 produced 850 bushels of good sound corn, 

 then ploughed the next spring, and 20 bush- 

 els of barley sowed, produced 350 busliels 

 That fall manured over with stable manure, 

 ploughed once, and 20 bushels of good red 

 chaff wlieat sowed and harrowed each way. 

 The produce was 422 bushels of wheat, 

 weighing 61 lbs. to the bushel ; the second 

 year manured over with stable manure and 

 ploughed once as before, limed and harrowed 

 in, produce 400 bushels. Third year being 

 a very dry season, ploughed a few furrows 

 round the lot and set fire to the stubble and 

 turned it into the earth; then gave it a light 

 coat of stable manure ploughed once, limed 

 and harrowed as before ; produce 350 bush- 

 els. Fourth year covered over with stable 

 manure, ploughed once and harrowed as be- 

 fore, produce 400 bushels. Fifth year co- 

 vered over lightly with stable manure, 

 ploughed once, limed and harrowed in as 

 before, produce 300 bushels. I sowed my 



wheat about the 15th of September, never 

 ploughed but once a year, and harrowed in 

 both ways, changing my seed every year. 

 It was not disturbed by any insect during 

 that time. Some of my neighbours com- 

 plained of the fly and rust affecting their 

 crops, but mine was not affected with either. 

 I attribute the small crop of the fifth year, 

 to my having seeded one half of the lot with 

 white wheat — the produce of that half was 

 only 100 bushels. 



Respectfully your friend, 



Adam Whann. 



From the Boston Daily Bulletin. 



The Beautiful. 



"There is but a very minute portion of the creation 

 that we can turn into clothes and food, and gratifica- 

 tions for the body; but the whole creation maybe used 

 to minister to the sense of beauty." — Charming. 



The beautiful! the beautiful! 



Where do we find it not? 

 It is an all-pervading grace, 



And lighteth every spot. 



It sparkles on the ocean wave, 



It glitters in the dew. 

 We see it in the glorious sky, 



And in the flow'refs hue. 



On mountain top, in valley deep, 



We find its presence there; 

 The beautiful! the beautiful! 



It liveth everywhere. 



The glories of the noontide day, 



The still and solemn night. 

 The changing seasons, all can bring 



Their tribute of delight. 



There's beauty in the child's first smile. 



And in that look of faith — 

 The Christian's last on earth, before 



His eye is closed in death; 



And in the beings that we love, 

 Who have our tend'rest care — 



The beautiful ! the beautiful ! 

 'Tis sweet to trace it there. 



'Twas in the glance that God threw o'er 



The young created earth, — 

 When he proclaim'd it "very good," 



The beautiful had birth. 



Then who shall say this world is dull, 



And all to sadness given. 

 While yet there glows on every side 



The smile that came from Heaven ? 



If so much loveliness is sent 



To grace our earthly home. 

 How beautiful ! how beautiful! 



Will be the world to come i 



