NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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The economy of time, labor and expense thus in- 

 sured must be immense. A more perfect and sim- 

 ple contrivance for producing a perennial supply of 

 these delicacies, in a crowded place like the Exhi- 

 bition, could not be conceived, and the invention is 

 undoubtedly one of the most ingenious novelties in 

 the section devoted to the machinery in motion. 

 The machines, howevei, are not limited to making 

 dessert ices; they are made to produce cylinders of 

 solid ice, sufficiently large to hold decanters of wa- 

 ter and many bottles of wine. These cylinders 

 are made in the form of castellated towers, and 

 have a very novel appearance. They not only cool 

 the wine and water placed in the centre, but diffuse 

 a most agreeable coolness through the atmosphere. 

 The converting steam or vapor into snow is effected 

 by forcing it through the machine, and in this way 

 a whole room may be easily cooled down in the 

 liottest weather. These are very singular effects. 

 They are, however, easily to be understood by an 

 examination of some of the patentee's smaller ma- 

 chines, of which there aie several exhibited in class 

 22; and which are calculated foi use in a small 

 family or bachelor's chambers. The cost of turn- 

 ing pure water into ice for sherry cobler, cooling 

 wine, and other purposes, is less than it can be 

 purchased for at the ice stores. The machines are 

 well worthy the attention of the curious and scien- 

 tific. Mr. Masters, the patentee, is, we understand, 

 the contractor for the supply of the confectionary 

 and dessert ices to the eastern as well as the west- 

 ern refreshment rooms in the E.Khibition, and vis- 

 itors have thus every opportunity of informing 

 themselves of the merits of these singular inven- 

 tions. 



STONE PUMPS. 



While at Newton Falls, a few days since, we 

 visited the Stone Pump Factory of Mr. J. G. Cal- 

 ender, formerly of Warren. His establishment is 

 now in complete working order, with improved 

 machinery, and turns out a large amount of pipe 

 per day. These pumps will probably supersede 

 all others in a few years. The material neither 

 rusts nor corrodes, is proof against the strongest 

 acids, and is almost as hard to break as iron. Mr. 

 C. is likewise manufacturing conduit pipe of various 

 sizes, for conducting springs, draining marshy 

 lands, &c. His establishment is worthy of a vis- 

 it from the curious in such matters. — Ex. 



CiLiics' pc|]txi-tmcnt. 



Locks in the Great Exhibition. — There has 

 been some little excitement here by a feat performed 

 by an American, who has a lock on exhibition from 

 New York. The crack lock of England, called, 1 

 believe, Chubb''s lock, which had, as I understand, 

 leceived the endorsement of some Royal Scientific 

 Society here, as the lock of the tvorld; and as I un- 

 derstand, an essay delivered in honor of the invent- 

 or, v\-as opened by the American lock-maker, on 

 the FIRST trial, in. fourteen Tninutcs, and on the sec- 

 ond, in from five to seven minutes. 



This lock is the great safeguard which secures 

 the Queen's valuable Lahore Diamond, called Koh- 

 i-noor, and valued at £2,000,000 sterling, which 

 is put out of sight each night, and exhibited under 

 a strong iron cage during the day. It would prove 

 but little security against the American lock-ma- 

 ker. — B. P. Johnson. 



HOME. 



"Home, thy joys are jjassing lovely — « 



Joys no straiifjcT heart can tell." 



What a charm rests upon the endearing name 

 — my home ! consecrated by domestic love, that 

 golden key of human happiness. Without this, 

 home would be like a temple stripped of its gar- 

 lands; there a father welcomes, with fond affection; 

 a brother's kind sympathies comfort in the hour of 

 distress, and assist in every trial; there a pious 

 mother first taught the infant lips to lisp the name 

 of Jesus; and there a loved sister dwells, the com- 

 panion of early days. 



Truly, if there is aught that is lovely here be- 

 low, it is home — sweet home ! It is like the oasis 

 of the desert. The passing of our days may be 

 painful; our path may be checkered by sorrow and 

 care; unkindness and frowns may wither the joy- 

 ousness of the heart, efface the happy smiles from 

 the brow, and bedew life's way with tears, yet, 

 when the memory hovers over the past, there is 

 no place which it delights to linger, as the loved 

 scene of childhood's home ! It is the polar star of 

 existence. What cheers the mariner, far away 

 from his native land in a foreign port, or tossed up- 

 on the bounding billows, as he paces the deck at 

 midnight alone — what thoughts fill his breast? 

 He is thinking of the loved ones far away at his 

 own happy cottage; in his mind's eye he sees the 

 smiling group seated around the cheerful fireside. 

 In imagination he hears them uniting their voices 

 in singing the sweet songs which he loves. He is 

 anticipating the hour when he shall return to his 

 native land, to greet those absent ones so dear to 

 his heart. 



Why rests that deep shade of sadness upon the 

 stranger's brow as he seats himself amid the fami- 

 ly circle 1 He is surrounded by all the luxuries 

 that wealth can afford; happy faces gather round 

 him, and strive in vain to win a smile! Ah! he 

 is thinking of his own sweet home; of the loved 

 ones assembled within his own cheerful cot. 



Why those tears which steal down the cheeks 

 of that young and lovely girl, as she mingles in the 

 social circle ? Ah! she is an orphan; she, too, 

 had a happy home; its loved ones are now sleep- 

 ing in the cold and silent tomb. The gentle moth- 

 er who watched over her infancy, and hushed her 

 to sleep with a lullaby, which a mother only can 

 sing, who in girlhood days taught her of the Sa- 

 viour, and tuned her youthful voice to sing praises 

 to his name, has gone to the mansions of joy above, 

 and is mingling her songs, and tuning her golden 

 harp, with bright angels in heaven. Poor one ! 

 She is now left to thread the golden path of life, 

 a lonely, homeless wanderer. 



Thus it is in this changing world. The objects 

 most dear are snatched away. We are deprived of 

 the friends whom we most love, and our cherished 

 home is rendered desolate. "Passing away" is 

 engraved on all thincs earthly. But there is a 

 home that knows no change, where separation nev- 

 er takes place, where the sorrowing ones of this 

 world may obtain relief for all their griefs, and 

 where the sighs and tears of earth are exchanged 

 for unending songs of joy. This home is found in 

 heaven. 



In the shadowy past, there is one sweet remin- 

 iscence which the storms of life can never wither; 



