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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



SPEED THE PLOUGH. 



Heaven speed the plmnjh '. and smilo upon tlic crown 



^i Ceres, bless the efforts of all men 

 AVho labor heartfuUy on dale or down, 



The plain luxuriant, or tlie mountain glen, 



Evoking Nature's gifts, till e'en the fon 

 Teoms with abundance, and the general land 



Shines worthy of Earth's worthiest citizen. 

 Who bids the sickle triumph o'er the brand ! 

 Heaven speed the plou(/h ! Fair Nature's shuttle true. 



The farmer is her weaver, and the field 

 Her web and woof ! Long ages but renew 



Proofs of her power, Avhile rots the warrior's shield. 

 Rarely hath shame Hushed on a nation's brow 

 Whose honest prayer hath been, Godspeed tJteiilovjh ! 



OLDEN TIMES. 



Farmers' w-ivcs, in olden times had lots of work to 

 do. In the reign of Henry VIII., Sir A. Fitzherbct 

 wrote a treatise entitled the " liock of Husbandry," 

 in which he says, — 



" It is a wyvc's occupation to wynowo oil manner 

 of cornes, to make maltc, to -washe and wringe, to 

 heye, shcvc corn, and such other. And to go, ryde 

 to the market and sell butter, cheese, milk, eggs, 

 chickens, capons, beevers, pyggcs, geese, and all 

 manner of cornes." 



CURIOUS GROWTH OF ROOTS. 



An instance occurs in Leigh Woods, near Bristol, 

 which remarkably illustrates the tendency of roots 

 to grow towards the spot most fitted to afford them 

 nutriment. In a little hollow on the top of the shell 

 of an old oak, the outer layers of which, however, 

 and the branches, are still vegetating, the seed of a 

 wild-service tree was accidentally sown. It grew 

 there for some time, supported, as it would appear, 

 in the mould formed by the decay of the trunk on 

 which it had sprouted ; but this being insufficient, 

 it has sent down a large bundle of roots to the 

 gro^ind, within the shell of the oak. Those roots 

 have now increased so much in size, that, as they do 

 not subdivide until they nearly reach the ground, 

 they look like so many small trunks. In the soil, 

 however, towards which they directed themselves, 

 there was a large stone — about a foot square ; and, 

 had their direction remained unchanged, they would 

 have grown down upon this. But, about half a yard 

 above the ground, thej- divide, part going to one side 

 and part to the other, and one of them branching 

 into a fork, of which one leg accompanies one bun- 

 dle, and one the other ; so that, on reaching the 

 ground, they enclose the stone between them, and 

 penetrate on the two sides of it. — Carpenter s Vege- 

 table PhjsiologTj. 



ICE MACHINE. 



W'o learn from the Cincinnati Ctazette, that an 

 ingenious mechanic of that city has constructed, and 

 put into successful operation, a machine for the 

 manufacture of ice. By means of this machine, such 

 a degree of cold can bo obtained as to form ice in- 

 stantly, and which can be afforded at a cheaper rate 

 than it is now sold at. The machine can be used in 

 any climate, is cheap, and can be kept in order. 

 The patentee values this right at half a million of 

 dollars. 



Worthy to be written in letters of gold. The 

 motto of Cotton Mather over his door was, " Be 

 short." " Whatsoever thy hand fiadeth to do. do it 

 with thy might." 



THE OLIO. 



THE FllE.XCIIMAX AT HIS liXGLISU I.E.5S0XS. 



Ha, my good friend, I have met with 

 ■ one very strange word. How do 



r-h> 



FilF.XCIl-M.VX. 



one difficulty - 



you call h-o-u- 



TtrToii. HujJ\ 



Fkkxciimax. Tres bien, huff; and snuff yow spell 

 s-n-o-u-g-h — ha r 



Tutor. O, no, no ; snnff is s-n-u double-f. The 

 fact is, words in oucjh are a little irregular. 



Frenchman. Ah, very good. 'Tis bcau'ful lan- 

 guage. Il-O'U-g-h is huff. I will remember; and 

 c-o-u-g-h is cuff. I have one bad cuff — ha ? 



Tutor. No, that is wrong. We say kanf, not cuff. 

 Fkexchman. Kmif? Eh, bien. Huff and kauf ; 

 and, pardonncz moi, how do you call d-o-u-g-h — 

 duff — ha ? 



Tutor. No, not duff. 



Frexchmax. 'Not duff/ Ah! oui; I understand; 

 it is dauf — hey ? 



Ti^roR. No, d-o-u-g-h spells doe. 

 Frexchmax. Doe ! It is very fine — wonderfu. 

 language ! It is doe ; and t-o-u-g-h is toe, certaine- 

 ment. Mj' beefsteak was very toe. 



Tutor. O, no, no ; you should say tuff. 

 Frexchmax. Tufff I-e diable ! and the thing 

 the farmer uses — how you call him — p-1-o-u-g-h ! 

 pluff — ha? You smile. I see I am wrong. It is 

 plaufi No ! Ah, then it is pJoe, like doe. It is 

 beau'ful language, ver' fine — plot. 



Tutor. You are still Avrong, my friend. It is 

 pilow. 



Frexchmax. Vhxo ! Wonderful language ! I shall 

 understand ver' soon. Flow, doe, kauf; and one 

 more — r-o-u-g-h — what you call General Taylor — 

 rauf and ready ? No ? certainement, it is roio and 

 ready ? 



Tutor. No ! R-o-u-g-h spells ruff. 

 Frexchmax. Huff — ha! Let me not forget. 

 R-o-u-g-h is ruff', and b-o-u-g-h is buff — ha ? 

 Tutor. No, bou-. 



Frenchman. Ah! 'tis ver' simple — wonderful 

 language : but I have had what you call e-n-o-u-g-h ! 

 ha ! what you call him ? 



The End of Life. No man has a right to live 

 solely for himself; but should live to do good, and 

 scatter blessings all around him. 



How beautiful, how sublime the precept, "Forgive 

 us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass 

 against us." — But who Avould willingly be thus 

 adjudged : Who is there, that docs not hope for 

 more mercy at the hand of his Maker, than he has 

 shown t^ his fellow-man r 



A warm heart requires a cool head. So a ship 

 that carries a great deal of sail needs a first-rate 

 helmsman. 



Dr. Franklin says, " He who rises late may trot 

 all day, but never overtakes his business." 



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