26 Burnt Clay as a Manure. 



lighten the sorrow of the heaviest heart. How 

 richly does the surrounding scenery, and the 

 unfolding day, repay the early riser. Can any 

 one who has felt what the rising sun inspires, 

 and reflects on the vast, the immeasurable good 

 which his presence bestows, be either surprised 

 or offended at those untaught human beings 

 who, in grateful adoration, deify and idolize the 



sun ? 



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Two miles on the road to Dumfries I was 

 gratified by the appearance of Mr. Church's 

 farm at Hitchell. The crops were luxuriant, 

 among which was a weighty one of turnips 

 raised from ashes. The wheat was ready for 

 harvesting, the carrots were promising, the 

 fences good, and the general management justi- 

 fies the reputation Mr. Church has obtained of 

 being an excellent farmer. Mr. Wallace, whose 

 farm is near Kirkudbright, received a cup from 

 the Highland Society for raising turnips with a 

 dressing of burnt clay. He is of opinion that 

 spreading these ashes over the surface is as 

 good a practice as depositing them under it : 

 he used only thirty single horse cart-loads per 

 acre ; I should not be disposed to hazard a less 

 quantity than fifty. 



Much pains are bestowed on beautifying the 



