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NE\T ENGLAND FARMER. 



Nov. 



and scan the pursuits of other men through the 

 whole range of the sciences and arts. 



November, then, may be a pleasant and profit- 

 able month for the farmer. It has its character- 

 istics, but they are not sad ones. It throws off 

 its robes, as a ^Yarm man his coat, because it no 

 longer needs them. November winds and stoi-ms 

 remind us of the necessity of making our dwellings 

 all tight and convenient ibr the still ruder winds 

 and storms of more rigorous months. No house 

 can be kept wai-m where the underpinning is 

 loose, and the wind sweeps under the floors. 

 Roofs should be made tight, and the barn close, 

 where the animals stand. 



Cattle and hogs should be fatted rapidly now, 

 both having dry and warm beds, and fed liberally. 



Carrots and beets must be gathered before heavy 

 frosts — turnips may remain later. Strawberry 

 beds should be mulched, and tender raspberries 

 laid down and protected. 



Hardy, bulbous roots, such as hyacinths, tu- 

 lips, crown imperials, lilies, narcissus, &c., can 

 be planted as long as the ground remains open ; 

 but the beds should be immediately covered a few 

 inches deep with litter. 



Apple trees may be transplanted with success. 

 Bank them up well with earth to support them 

 through the winter ; in the spring it must be 

 removed. 



"We now hear the busy flail in the barn, as the 

 thrasher pursues his task from day to day, never 

 lacking company, for he is surrounded by the whole 

 family of fowls, ever ready to hunt up a neglected 

 ear that has escaped his hearty blows. In the 

 farm-yard we see the cattle knee-deep in the 

 broken straw which the thrasher has turned out, 

 and lowing wistfully over the fence, as if they 

 wondered what summer had done with all its 

 green, and seeming to say, as plainly as they can 

 speak, that they like not the dry provender which 

 is given to them, and care not how soon they are 

 ankle-deep in the rich, luxuriant grass." 



Pat of ]Meiibers of Congress. — By the act of 

 the 22d September, 1789, the pay of a member 

 of Congress was fixed at $6 per day and $6 for 

 every twenty miles of travel. This was to be con- 

 tinued until the 4th of March, 1795, after which 

 it was to be $7 per day and $7 for every twenty 

 miles travel. This act was limited to the 4th of 

 March, 1796. On the 10th of March, 1796, the 

 compensation was fixed at $6 per day and $6 for 

 every twenty miles travel. By the act of the 19th 

 March, 1816, the pay was changed from a daily 

 to an annual compensation ; the President^ro tern. 

 of the Senate and the Speaker of the House each 

 S,000 per annum, and each member $1,500 per 

 .annum. The mileage was not changed. This 

 last act created great excitement in the country, 

 and even arrayed strong opposition to Mr. Clay, 

 whc had supported it. Many members were de- 

 feated . at the next election in consequence of its 



passage. It was repealed on the 6th February, 

 1817, to take effect after the close of the then ses- 

 sion of Congress. By the act of the 22d Janua- 

 ry, 1818, the pay was fixed at $8 per day and 

 $8 for every twenty miles travel ; the President 

 fro tern, of the Senate and the Speaker of the 

 House to receive $8 per day each additional. This 

 is the present pay. — National Intelligencer. 



A SONG OF THE RAILEOAD. 



Through the mould and through the clay, 



Through the corn and through the hay, 



By the margin of the lake, 



O'er the river, through the brake, 



O'er the bleak and dreary moor. 



On we hie with screech and roar ! 



Splashing ! 0ashing ! 



Crashing ! dashing ' 



Over ridges, 

 Gullies, bridges ! 

 By the bubbling rill. 



And mill — 

 Highways, 

 By-ways, 



IIoUow hill- 

 Jumping — bumping — 

 Eocking — roaring 



Like 40,000 giants snoring ! 

 By the lonely hut and mansion. 

 By the ocean's wide expansion, 

 Where the factory chimney smokes. 

 Where the foundry bellows croaks — 

 Dash along ! 

 Slash along I 

 Crash alMig ! 

 Flash along ! 

 On ! on ! with a jump, 

 And a bump. 

 And a roll ! 

 Hies the fire-fiend to its destined goal ! 



O'er the aqueduct and bog. 

 On we fly with ceaseless jog, 

 Every instant something new. 

 Every instant lost to view, 



Now a tavern — now a steeple — 

 Now a crowd of gaping people — 

 Now a hollow — now a ridge — 

 Now a cross way — now a bridge — 

 G rumble — stumble — 

 Bumble — tumble — 

 Fretting — getting in a stew ! 

 Church and steeple, gaping people — 

 Quick as thought are lost to view. 

 Every thing that eye can survey, 

 Turns hurly-burly, topsy-turvy ! 

 Each passenger is thumped and shaken. 

 As physic is when to be taken. 



By the foundry, past the forge, 



Through the plain and mountain gorge. 



Where cathedral rears its head, 



Where repose the silent dead ! 



Monuments amid the grass, 



Flit like spectres as you pass ! 



If to hail a friend inclined, 



Whish ! whirl ! ka-swash ! — he's left behind ! 



Bumble, tumble, all the day — 



Thus we pass the hours away. 



51^ Rosseau says, "The empire of woman is an 

 empire of softness, of address, of complacency. 

 Her commands are caresses, her menaces are 

 tears." 



