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VOL. 11. NO. 5. 



CONCORD, N. H., MAY 31, 1849. 



WHOLE NO. 125. 



THE FARMER'S MONTHLY VISITOR, 



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JOHN F. BROWN, 



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The Beautiful of Spring. 



The days we used to read of 



Are come to us again, 

 Willi sunninesls and sunniness 



And rare delights of rain ; 

 The lanes are full of blossoms 



The fields are grassy deep, 

 The leal'ness and flowenness 



Make one abundant heap. 



The seasons of blossoms is now in its perfec- 

 , tion. Never ilitl tlie country look so beautifully 

 as at lliis moment, while the apple trees and the 

 cherry trees are in full bloom, while the Cubage 

 of tin: lines! trees is yet tender and but half de- 

 veloped, and the around is heavy with its wealth 

 of (trass. The moist warm weather of the last 

 wick has stimulated vegetation, and thrown a 

 line upon the verdure as evanescent as it is beau- 

 tiful. Gii into the country, if yon have not been 

 the present Spring, anil take a look around VOU, 

 and drink the inspiring draughts which the full 

 cup of Nature's beauties present, before this 

 fresh, glittering pomp, with which the young 

 Spring conn s robed, is dimmed and sullied ; he- 

 lore these white and crimson jewels, with which 

 her emerald mantle is adorned, tire scattered anil 

 trodden under foot. Go, man of the counting- 

 room, of the simp, and of the official deo, go 

 forth, and see what the good God has done for 

 us, had we hut the ej es and the hearts to gaze 

 and appreciate. 



Do you preiend to say, that you have not the 

 time or the opportunity ? Then make the time 

 and the opportunity. You can do it; and per- 

 haps for others as well as liir yourself You are 

 tint so indispensable as you imagine yourself, we 

 will venture to say, to your business; or, if it 

 claim your unremitted care, then it is lime to 

 take the alarm, to feel that it is paining upon you 

 too much, and that there are other claims than 

 those of traffic and worldly occupation, the neg- 

 lect of which also brings its evil. 



Do you say, you cannot afford the luxury of 

 rural visits? Ask your own conscience if this 

 he true, — put the question fairly and liberally — 

 and if the decision is against you — if circum- 

 stances protest against your departure lor a few 

 hours from routine and labor — we can only fay, 

 Heaven deliver you from circumstances, which 

 prevent 1 the indulgence of those tastes and de- 

 lights, to which the spring-time so beneficently 

 ministers. Bui do not fro forth and gaze on this 

 affluence of foliage ami hear this music from in- 

 numerable throats, wishmg yourself all the 

 while hack ill your counting-room, or tearing 

 lest you have lost a customer by your momentary 

 absence; hut rather believe, if ihe scene do not 

 touch, enchant and gladden you, that there is 

 something wrong in that world-worn nature ol 

 yours, that there is a spring rusty from long dis- 



use, or a sinew undeveloped from lack of exer- 

 cise. Do not lay the blame upon the prospect, 

 but upon your own untuned, unresponding 

 heart ; and resolve to drag forth and cultivate 

 those innate, old-liishioned though smothered 

 sympathies, which exist to some extent in every 

 human soul. 



In these days of telegraphs and weekly trans- 

 atlantic steamers, we fear it is very unfashionable 

 to prate about the glories and the beauties of 

 this brief season of blossoms; but if we have 

 erred, we will crown our error with a quotation 

 from one James Thomson, who wrote a poem 

 somewhat celebrated in its day, entitled The 

 Seasons: 



Now from the town 

 Buried in smoke and sleep and noisome damps 

 Oft iei me wander o'er ihe dewy fields, 

 Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops 

 From Hie bent bush, as through the verdanl maze 

 Of sweet-briar hedges i pursue my walk; 

 Or laste the smell of daisy, or ascend 

 And see the country, far diffused around 

 One boundless blush, one winie-empurpled shower 

 Of mingled blossoms. — Boston Transcript. 



From Godey's Lady's Book for April. 

 Ruth; or the Reward of the Daughter-in-Law. 



BV RKV. JOHN P. DURBIN, tl. D. 



Daniel O'Connell's Wife.— A ereat deal has 

 been said about the late Daniel O'Connell, but 

 little is known of his wife, who was the object 

 of hi3 warm affection for many years, if we may 

 credit his sincerity in the following neat reply 

 which he made — when his wife was toasted at a 

 political festival given at New Castle several 

 years ago : 



"There are some trophies of so sacred and 

 sweet a nature, that they may be comprehended 

 by those who are happy, but they cannot possi- 

 bly he described by any human being. All that 

 I shall do is lo thank you in the name of her 

 who was the disinterested choice of my early 

 youth; who was the ever-cheerful companion of 

 my manly years ; and who is the sweetest so- 

 lace of that 'sear ami yellow leaf of aire, at 

 which I have arrived. In her name I thank you, 

 and tliis you may readily believe ; for experi- 

 ence, I think, wiH «linw to us all, that man can- 

 not liattle and struggle with the malignant. ene- 

 mies of his country, unless his nest at home is 

 warm and comfortable — unless the honey of hu- 

 man life is commended by a baud that be loves." 



Woman and Flowers. — Woman, says a news- 

 paper writer, loves flowers, and flowers are like 

 women in their beauty and sweetness, so ihey 

 ought to grow up together. No flower-garden 

 looks complete without a woman in it — no wo- 

 man seems so lovely as when she is surrounded 

 by flowers. She should have her fragrant bou- 

 quet at the parly ; window plants in her parlor; 

 if possible, some rich and rare flowering shrubs 

 in her conservatory; but belter than all these, 

 and supplying all, every woman in the world 

 should have a flower-garden, livery man who 

 has the least gallantry or paternal feeling, should 

 make a flower-garden for his wife ami daugh- 

 icrs. Every house — the smallest cottage, as well 

 as the largest mansion — should have around it 

 the perfume of lilacs, pinks, and other hardy 

 odoriferous flowers that cost no trouble, but 

 bring with them every year a world of beauty 

 and fragrance. 



Unparalelled increase in population.— In 1830, 

 sa_\s Ihe Lowell Courier, the population of Man- 

 chester. N. II., was 877; in 1840, 3,235. By a 

 recent census it appears that the present popula- 

 tion is 14,542, an increase almost without paral- 

 lel. The number of males is 5,938; females, 

 H.MI4 ; excess of female-, 2,(588 ; sain in two last 

 years, 2.256. It is estimated that by the first of 

 July ihe population will he full fifteen thousand, 

 as the uew factory will add several hundred to 

 the present number. 



As the autumn approached, the husbandmen 

 pf Judith prepared lo sow their seed. AH things 

 were ready, and they waited for the first rain. 

 The month of November was fast passing away, 

 as each morning the eyes of the inhabitants of 

 Belhlehem-Judah were turned to the west, hop- 

 ing to descry the gathering cloud impending 

 over the Mediterranean. Not a speck was seen 

 in the skies, and the glorious sun continued daily 

 In ascend to his meridian, and scorch the dusty 

 hills of Jtnlea. At length the vernal equinox ar- 

 rived that should have brought the latter rain, 

 but it came not. The wells were dry, and the 

 cisterns had no water. The flocks fainted in 

 the fields, and the herdsmen returned to their 

 masters and sat down before them in sorrow. 



Elimelech, the chief of the Belblehemites, 

 looked upon Naomi, the wife of his youth, and 

 beheld her womanly (brm yielding to the tiiinine. 

 He scarcely dared to cast a steady glance upon 

 his two sons, Mahlon and Chilon who, a year 

 ago, were two vigorous sprouts shooting up in 

 his house, and promising to overshadow and re- 

 fresh the old age of their parents, and maintain 

 the supremacy of their family among their peo- 

 ple. Eliuielech ascended southward to the 

 heights that overlooked the Dead Sea, and com- 

 manded a view of the land of Moab. He be- 

 held its fields whitening to the harvest, and its 

 crystal streams sparkling in the sun. And al- 

 though it was a land of the Getililes. where all 

 the people bowed down to Chemosh, yet he re- 

 solved lo go thither, that he might obtain bread 

 and water, and bis family live. He quickly 

 found n grave in this laud of idolatry, and Naomi 

 was left a widow wiih her two sous blooming 

 into manhood. Obeying the dictates of nature, 

 which triumph over conventional rules, the 

 young men looked upon the ruddy daughters of 

 Moah and loved their). They chose from among 

 them Uutli and Orphn for wives. In a few years 

 the widowhood of Naomi was rendered unutter- 

 ably hitler by the loss of her two sons and the 

 bereavement of her daughters-in-law, who were 

 doubly afflicted by being left childless. In the 

 dark hour Naomi turned her thoughts towards 

 her people in Bethlehem-Judah, from whence 

 the report had reached her that plenty bail again 

 blessed her land. She arose to depart to her 

 own country, and Ruth and Orpha accompanied 

 her to the borders of Moab. 



Here Naomi proposed to take leave of these 

 two young widows; and her address to them is 

 one of the most touching passages ever pro- 

 nounced by the lips of woman. The essence of 

 woman's heart and hopes, as God hath made 

 I hem, is disclosed in it. She begins with n pro- 

 found a-id lunching expression of gratitude — 

 "The Lord deal kindly with you, as ye have 

 dealt wiih the dead and with me." What an ex- 

 alted character of these two young widows does 

 this expression suggest! Their conduct to- 

 wards their husbands had been such as to sctisfy 

 even their mother-iu-law, and to become the 

 measure of the divine blessing which she desir- 

 ed should be given to them — " The Lord deal 

 kindly with you, as you have dealt with the dead 

 and with me." 



But when she comes to specify the blessings 

 of tlie Lord which she deems a just reward for 

 their fidelity and kindness to their husbands and 

 herself, she descends into the secret fountain of 

 the female hea't. and titters forth the precious 

 trnih which dwells unchangeably there. "The 

 Lord grant that ye may find rest, each in the house 

 of her husband." Her words recalled to these 

 young widows the happiness of former days; 



