VOL,. XIII. NO. 33. 



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not tested its tnitli oursclf, but iiitfud doing so the 

 pi-espiit spason. We hope it will be tried by oth- 

 ers, and the result coiiumiuicated for general in- 

 i'onnatiou. — Louisiana Jour. 



MOUNTAIN SCENERY. 



There is something in the wildness and sub- 

 limity of moiintaiii scenery, that tends to remind 

 us rather of eternity than decay. The perishable 

 works of man are tiowhere to be seen. No city 

 lies in gloomy ruins, to show the outlines of its 

 faded greatness ; no renmant of a sanctuary here 

 stands to show the worship that lias passed away. 

 We see no falling records of the glorious deeds 

 of those whose names are learnt in history's page. 

 We stand upon the mountain, and we scarcely 

 know that man exists upon the earth. This is 

 not the land where arts have died, or science 

 been forgot ; those rocks never echoed the elo- 

 quence of orators, or the song of the poet ; these 

 waters never bore the proud ships of the mer- 

 chant ; the soil never yielded to man the fruits of 

 his industry. It is not here that the finger of 

 time can be recognised. In vain would he set 

 his mark on snows that never melt, or distiu-b the 

 fast bound form of adamantine ice. In vain he 

 stretches out his hand where the rushing torrent 

 and the waving waterfall, blest with an eternity of 

 youth, dash on their headlong course, regardless 

 of the blighting power that withers strength, or 

 lulls to rest the creations and the creatures of 

 mortality. Here may we pause, and say that time 

 has lost his power. Here may we view the faint 

 efforts of Time overthrown in an instant. Chan- 

 ges there are ; but the work of an hour has de- 

 feated the slow progress of decay. The lightning 

 of the thunder storm, the blowing tempest, the 

 engulfing flood, the overspreading avalanche, 

 have effaced from the surfitce of nature the ijii- 

 press of Time, and left nought in the change to 

 remind us of age. Surely there are scenes in 

 life which seem created to awaken in mankind 

 the recollection, that even time can lose its power. 

 Who will not feel the nothingness of the pleasures, 

 the cares, nay, even the sorrows of our petty span, 

 when, for a moment he dwells with his heart and 

 soul, upon the thoughts of an eternity 1 Yes, it 

 will sober the guy, it will comfort the grieved. 



to the notion to apply vinegar simply, and have 

 found it to answer equally well ; I have had no 

 tetter on my hands for months jiast — when the 

 least speck appears, I (ouch it with vinegar, and 

 it is gone. 



From this experience, I recommend therefore, 

 as a cure for the tetter, "strong vinegar and per- 

 severance in application." With a, view that fel- 

 low sufferers by this annoying complaint may be 

 benefitted, I hope you will publisli the above in 

 your paper. — Poulson^s Dai. Adv. 



THE TETTER. 



I have been troubled with this complaint on 

 my hands for perhaps thirty years. I have used 

 remedies prescribed bj' eminent physicians both in 

 this country and in Europe, and have used per- 

 haps twenty applicatious recommended in the 

 newspapers, or otherwise, but all without perma- 

 nent effect. In one instance I v.ent so far as to 

 cauterize the skin, but soon after the new skin had 

 hardened, the tetter reappeared. After a violent at- 

 tack of the yellow fever in the West Indies, all the 

 skin of my body peeled off — I was then in hopes 

 this would be an effectual cure, but no such thing, 

 like Monsieur Tonson, the tetter came again. 



I had given up all hopes of ever effecting a 

 cure, when I noticed, some six or eight months 

 ago, in your, or some other paper, that Indian dye, 

 or blood root steeped in strong vinegar, would ef- 

 fect a cure. The remedy being so siinple, I re- 

 solved upon trying it, and found it effectual ; but 

 the blood root leaving an unpleasant stain upon 

 the hand, I too soon relaxed in the application 

 and the tetter began to reappear ; this brought me 



The following Recipe for the cure of that for- 

 midable disease of the horse, called the Poll Evil, 

 is from the N. Y. Cultivator. 



The Poll Evil. — As soon as the tumor ap- 

 pears, make a strong decoction of the root of the 

 meadow plant or vine, known by the name of 

 poison ivy, and sometimes by that of mercury ; 

 bathe the tumor with this decoction every day, as 

 hot as the horse will bear it ; and heat it in with a 

 hot iron. In a short time it will begin to dimin- 

 ish, and in six weeks it will wholly subside. A 

 very vahial)le horse of mine was attacked with 

 this disease last summer, and two months after 

 we first discovered it, were consumed in experi- 

 ments of various kinds, when I became discom- 

 aged, and gave up the horse as lost. The tumor 

 became appalling, so much so, that the best of our 

 fiuriers declined to tmdertake a cure, and advised 

 me to sell my horse for the best price that I could 

 get ; when shortly afterwards, I accidentally heard 

 of the above remedy, I tried it, apd with complete 

 success. No trace of the disease remains, al- 

 though when I commenced the application, the 

 horse was so bad that he could not drop 

 his head low enough to drink, unless he was 

 driven into deep water. I have no doubt the 

 remedy is a specific, if applied in time. How 

 long, before the tumor breaks, the application, to 

 be successful, must be made, I am not able to say 



but the tumor on my horse must have been 



three months advancing, before we commenced 

 our application. 



As I am ignorant of veterinary nosology, I 

 hope you will give the technical name of the dis- 

 ease, and for the same reason I hope you will 

 give the botanical name of the plant which eflect- 

 ed the cure. * 



I have the honor, to be your ob't servant, 

 IRA CLIZBE. 



Large Steers. — Mr Henry W. Cushman, of 

 Hernardston, in the Franklin Mercury, sa\s: 



I have this day weighed on my I'atent Scale, a 

 pair of beautiful twin steer calves owned by Mr 

 Jason Brown of this town. Their weight was 

 001 pouticis including their yolie, which probably 

 weighs iibout 20 pounds. They are ten months 

 old — of a bright red color, with scarcely a 

 white hair on them — and so near resemble each 

 other, both in size, shape and color, that the owner 

 finds it difficult to distinguish tliem. 



There is nothing very peculiar in all this; — 'but 

 who has got another pair of twin steers — so large 

 at the same age — so handsome and so perfectly 

 matched ? 



Causes of degeneration in Cattle. — 1 

 have often heard farmers say that their Stock ap- 

 peared to decline in spite of all the feed they 

 could give. This does not depend on food for a 

 remedy ; it is something founded in nature. .\ny 

 species of animal nature will decline in a few gen- 

 erations when propagated by the same family 

 blood. If they would know the remedy, they 

 must change their breeders, in part only ; no bull 

 nor boar should be allowed to range in the same 

 neighborhood more than three years, a bidl more 

 especially. This is verified by the numerous and 

 healthy calves in a new country. It is, however, 

 owing in part, to good range as well as a cross ot 

 blood. — Southern Planter. 



Dung from Hens for Onions. — I was told, 

 Mr Editor, by a farmer, that the onion crop is the 

 most profitable that can be raised ; that manure 

 from the hen-house appears to be the specific one 

 for them. It must, however, be used very spar- 

 ingly to prevent it from burning up the joung 

 onions. 



Can auy of the readers of the New York Far- 

 mer, inform me, if this dung is used extensively 

 in those to^vns of Connecticut where this crop is 

 largely cultivated ? I am a novice in farming 

 and gardening, and hear many things from those 

 in these pursuits, which I, in my limitc.l reading, 

 camiot find corroborated by additional testimony. 

 jVetc York Farmer. 



Singular and most Important Invention. — 

 Mr Parker, of Syracuse, N. Y. has discovered 

 a composition which will harden like stone, and 

 yet may be worked in a soft state as easy as mor- 

 ter I Exposure to the weather causes it to pet- 

 rify and become actual stone, requiring a heavy 

 blow with a hammer to break it. Mr P. has re- 

 cently completed a section of Can.al as a speci- 

 men of that intended to bring water near N. York, 

 from Croton River. It may be cast in moulds in 

 the form of pillars, fire-places, vestibules, &c. and 

 is not dearer than brick. Its value is incalculable 

 for buildings, cisterns, &c. situate in wet or dam]) 

 places. It is undoubtedly one of the most impor- 

 tant inventions of the day. The American Insti- 

 tute have awarded Mr Parker a gold medal. — 

 Troy Chronicle. 



* The technical name of the disease is Poll-Evil— 

 the botanical name of the plant Rus toxicodendron, var. 

 radicans. 



I observe in the 1st number of your imerasting 

 journal, an article, upon the application of Cotton 

 sprinkled with neats-foot oil to frozen feet. Froni^ 

 the resuh of an extensive experience in the use ot 

 a remedy somewhat similar in its character I 

 have no doubt that, that remedy was as success- 

 ful as is therein described. 



In my hands, bats of Cotton, moistened with a 

 mixture of Linseed-oil, and Oil of Turpentine 

 liave never failed to yield the most prompt ridiet 

 in all cases of Chilblains, tormentmg itcliinga, and 

 irritation arising f\-om the eflfccts of frost to the 

 limbs. Some discrimination is however necessary 

 in timing their application. They should never 

 be used until the frost has been extracted by hold- 

 ing the suffering part in water at 32 dcg. of Fah- 

 renheit. — Ohio Farmer. 



About three teacups full of Sweet Oil drank 

 with warm water, is said to have produced in 

 Cuba, immediate relief in worst cases of Spasmo- 

 dic Cholera. It is worth a trial, for on this sub- 

 ject, we have a right, like drowning men to catch 

 straws. — Knoxville Register. 



