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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



largest and cheapest Agricultural paper in the 

 Union, and this increase in size will be made with- 

 out any addition to the price. It is the determina- 

 tion of the publishers to make its pages more valu- 

 able as the public support extended to it is in- 

 creased. 



We shall give a Prospectus with particulais in 



the January number to which we ask the attention 

 of the reader. 



SAMUEL W. COLE, ESQ. 



Our friend and associate, he who has long spo- 

 ken of your interests through these columns, will 

 speak to you no more. His hand will no longer 

 inscribe the pleasant words which have so often 

 come to your homes and hearts. His voice is 

 forever dumb — its sympathizing tones or warning 

 note, shall reach your ear no more ; his hand shall 

 record no burning thought, or touching grief ; they 

 shall rest in the realms of silence until the last 

 Almighty Fiat shall re-animate their dust. 



Mr. Cole expired at his residence, at Chelsea, 

 on Wednesday evening, the 3d inst. He had been 

 wasting away under the effects of a painful disease 

 for some months, and liis departure from among us 

 was, therefore, not entirely unexpected. 



The deceased was a man of unsophisticated habits 

 and unbending integrity ; he courted retirement by 

 occupying all the time which he could command 

 from his editorial duties, in his favorite pursuit of 

 horticulture. Those who knew him intimately 

 loved him most. They found in him a firm, re- 

 liable friend ; one, whose sympathies once enlisted, 

 were not easily turned aside. With those with 

 whom there was only a slight acquaintance, there 

 was sometimes an impatience of manner, which 

 might lead one to say, 



"The truth you speak doih lack some genlleness," 

 but beneath this there was a warm and gushing 

 heart. In the benevolent efforts of the age, he 

 was decided and earnest, and his influence and 

 means were ever ready to promote them. When- 

 ever cases of wrong and oppression came to 

 his knowledge, his whole nature was aroused, and 

 the oppressed never failed to find in him a ready 

 and substantial friend. He was a kind husband 

 and lather ; cheerful and happy in their midst, ever 

 imparting to them the kindly state of mind which 

 he carried into his home. Asa neighbor, he was 

 obliging and attentive, and discharged all his du- 

 ties as a citizen with fidelity and truth. 



Mr. Cole was born in the town of Cornish, 

 Maine, in 1796. At about the age of 20 he left 

 Jiis native State and passed two or three years in 

 New Jersey and Pennsylvania in teaching. Soon 

 after his return he published the Columbian Spell- 

 ing Book, a collection of poems, called the Muse, 

 and in 1835, the Yankee Farmer ; the latter he 

 removed to Poitland, and continued there about 

 three years, in connection with a seed store and 

 agricultural warehouse. In 1839 he came to this 



city, and continued connected with the agricultural 

 press to the time of his death. His "American 

 Fruit Book," and book on "Diseases of Domestic 

 Animals," have passed through several editions, 

 each, and are still popular and valuable works. 

 Mr. Cole's mind was turned quite young to the 

 subject of fruits, and to all rural pursuits. In the 

 preface to his book on fruits, he says : — 



"In our boyhood, we anxiously watched the 

 early bearing trees, and became familiar with 

 hundreds of varieties of fiuit, and could select 

 each from a promiscuous heap^and define its name, 

 character and location." 



After a long and painful sickness, the subject of 

 our remarks died in the full possession of his rea- 

 son, and of well defined hopes of a happy immor- 

 tality. Glorious anticipations of Heaven cheered 

 the prospect of his passage through the dark river, 

 and no clouds of despondency or murmers of dis- 

 content disturbed the calm serenity of his depart- 

 ing moments. So gently did life ebb away, that 



"We thought him dying when he slept, 

 And sleeping when he died." 



Our friend was a steady and earnest laborer in 

 the field where his lot was cast. The natural, 

 was ever to him the beautiful. He shrunk fiom 

 the busy walks of life, and found satisfaction and 

 subject for deep contemplation in the open field, 

 the garden, or the umbrage of the dim forest. 

 This ruling passion was found strong in death. 

 "Lay me," said he, when the feeble flame was but 

 glimmering in its socket, "lay me in some quiet 

 nook, under some shrub or tree, and I shall repose 

 in peace." With pious care, the living have re- 

 garded this pleasant wish. Under the interlacing 

 branches of trees which were almost spiritual with 

 him, gentle hands have laid the worn body most 

 gently down. Voices which once came in angel- 

 tones to his ear, will still attune their plaintive 

 notes above his head, and mingle with his free 

 spirit, in the shades he loved so well. 



Our brother was not cut down at a blow. A 

 blight came and touched root and branch with 

 withering power. In spring, there were buds and 

 blossoms of hope — in mid-summer, fell scattering 

 leaves, with boding fears, then winter closed the 

 scene. The Great Reaper came and gathered the 

 Harvest home ! 



With all his worldly affairs arranged, quietly he 



bowed his head, 



"like one 

 Who wraps the drapery of his couch about him, 

 And lies down to pleasant dreams." 



Destructive Engine. — The French are now 

 testing a new weapon, called houlets asphixiants, 

 which develops a gas fatal to all within its imme- 

 diate reach. This French invention is designed 

 for naval warfare. 



0^ "Scientific farming" is the ascertaining of 

 what substances the plants you wish to raise are 

 made, which of these substances are wanting in 

 your land, and what manures will supply them. 



