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foal, too : a most temperate worker, and so fast that, 

 being matched with a colt, while I was looking on, she 

 walked right up with her nose into the neck of the 

 driver of a Suffolk team before her, so that the lad had 

 to ease them, and wait for room : all this, too, gentle 

 reader, for the sum of £11 12s. 6d. 1 Congratulate me, 

 and hope of her as was once aptly said of Lord John 

 Russell, in Eastern language, that her shadow may 

 never grow less. I trust that, although aged ten 

 years, Avith luck she may prove the ancestress of some 

 valuable teams. Her late owner has gained consider- 

 able celebrity as a winner of silver cups at local 

 ploughing matches, this mare being one that he gene- 

 rally used. A colt of hers went for £37 ! It was a bit 

 of rare luck. The spectators were not thinking, until 

 it was too late to bid. 



There have been considerable losses hereabouts 

 among the lambs of last year upon the turnips. In 

 the worst cases the disaster has been clearly attri- 

 butable to their having been starved during the 

 autumn, so that their system could not stand the 

 change to forcing food. In one case the lad was giving 

 the pen too wide a range. One or two had fallen 

 several nights in succession. Orders were issued that 

 they should only have turnips between ten and four^ 

 but plenty of hay by night. This stopped the plague 

 at once. 



I have had a recipe sent to me for the making of 

 sloe wine, which is said to be an excellent specific for 

 the scour, being of course strongly astringent. Car- 

 bonate of soda and ginger mixed strong, the dose 

 being about a wine-glass at a time, I have never 

 found to fail. That acidity in the stomach, which is 



