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NEW ENGLAND FARMER 



JANUARY 11. 18:i7. 



Easg^sjaa^sa' S'o 



MY UNFASHIONABLE BONNET. 



A PARODY. 



I rememljer, I remember, 



The day llicy brought il home, 

 The band-box and the llilie girl — 



It seemed they neVr would come. 

 It was not brought a wink too soon, 



I watched tiie live long day, 

 . But now I often wish the wind 



Would land it in (he bay. 



I remember, I remember. 



The trimmings red and bright, 

 The strings were blue and yellow, miAed — 



The border fringed with white. 

 Oh, how the colors shone at first. 



How very nice it set, 

 But ah ! the blue and yellow turned — 



The red is Uvipg; yet ! 



I remember, I reiBember, 



When I was used to walk 

 Each Sunday after church, and then — . 



To hear the people talk I 

 My bonnet flew in feathers, gay. 



That is so shabby iviw, 

 And every body praised the cap 



That flared above my brow. 



I remember, I remember, 



The crown was sllaped so new, — 

 I used to think that pointed crowns 



Would last the summer through. 

 It was a young girl's ignorance, 



But ah ! I saw, too late. 

 The fashions change — and soon they left 



Mji bonnet out of date ! J, 



T. F. 



THE SUNDAY SCHOLAR'S PRAYER. 



To prayer ! to prayer ! when the heart is light, 

 And hope and promise are young and bright, 

 In the freshness of yoQlh, oh ! gather there, 

 And join in the Sunday Scholar's prayer. 



From the gushing heart of the simple child, 

 With the soul so free, and the e5e so mild 

 Upturned to heaven — so young and fair. 

 Oh, join in the Sunday Scholar's prayer. 



The simple word and the burning thought, 

 The inspiration from angels caught. 

 From the guileless soul unknown to care, 

 How sweet is the Sunday Scholar's prayer. 



'Tis the first gift of love — the incense of youth, 

 'Tis offered in faith and 'tis hallowed by truth — 

 Angels are wailing the accents to hear 

 To Hcav'u the Sunday .Scholar's prayer. 



THE GAMBLER. 



What a niiseraMe heinj; is the gambler ! How 

 rackeil and torn his lieain ! How uncertain in 

 aJl his ways! The inirL-asins tn arice for nioro 

 of that, which is not lii.s, <;ives him no peace. The 

 regularity of business and the acquisition of wealth 

 in the usual way, are loo inonotnnoiu. His fam- 

 ily presents no pleasures for him. The sjniles of 

 his W'fe, the pnittie of liis children — the bri"-ht 

 peaceful fireside at home — are exchanged for the 

 society of blasphemers, drunkards — revilers, ex- 

 tortioners and murderers. 



Watch him a moment in the course of his mad 



and ruinous career. The night is rude and gusty 

 without — hut no more so than his bosom. He 

 has left his home. He winds his way, not throufih 

 the public street — but gropes along some dark and 

 noisome lane. How loathsome ! a passage to a 

 pit. And the voice of rioting — the horrid curse, 

 and the esulting laugh — the noisome smell, affect 

 his senses and a momentary feeling of disgust 

 runs through his frame, yet onward he rushes, and 

 in their midst, a gambler. 



The im|ilements of ruin are well arranged. — 

 Around the room are seated, the high and the 

 low, the rich and poor — men of every clime, of 

 every age — here there is no distinction. The 

 wheel of fortune acts well its part. He stakes, and 

 with the rest waits anxiously the result. 'Tis 

 gone ! He stakes again, 'lis won, again, 'tis lost! 

 How exciting ! Each moment adds new impulse 

 to go on. Again he loses, and is more excited, 

 and then with a horrid oath stakes all. 



A wandering thought of home — wife — children, 

 flies across his brain ; a pang of sorrow — but oh, 

 how quickly drowned in the intoxicating cup! 

 Drink, drink, drink ! 



The wheel is turned — the die is cast, the card.' 

 are counted, and as with heavy hand he presses 

 his burning — beating brow, cries lost, lost, lost! 



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He is out in the cooling breeze. The moon 

 shines brightly out. Atid here and there a little 

 twinkling star, peers its way through the cloud. 

 One moiiient, and his wife, his children, his fire, 

 side flit by. But no, he has ruined them — they 

 are friendless, now can he meet thetn ? Never — 

 the last, the infatuated resolve of him, who thus 

 forsakes the honorable and manly walks of life if 

 made. * * , «" * » 



He is a suicide, C. 



Rev. Dr. Barnes, formerly tiiinister of Scituate 

 and a native of Marlboro', in this State, was prob- 

 ably one of the most worthy, as well as eccentric 

 clergyman in this part of the country. In converse 

 with a gentleman who is familiar « itli his history, 

 we have gathered some very curious incidents in 

 relation to the Dr. who was truly an original cliar- 

 acter. As a preacher, it would be difficult to de- 

 scribe him, for he was like none other. Perhaps, 

 no preacher has lived who treated his audience 

 with a great variety, which ciicumstauce gave 

 fault-fmdeis an occasion to accuse him of not 

 being evangelical. He was too much a man of 

 genius to be confined to a narrow round of sub- 

 jects, and too touch a man of piety in touch atiy 

 subject without leading the mind to important 

 lessons in religion. His jno.st singular sermons 

 were those on "the east vvitid — on the lightning 

 — on making salt — on bees — and on the basket of 

 sumnier fruit ! " They were thought not to be 

 evangelical at first thought, but are said to have 

 been beautiful illustrations of Divine Providence. 

 It was the Doctor's familiar maxim, thai "a min- 

 ister's stock is of that nature, that the more he 

 uses, the more he has left." His style was re- 

 markable for a sententiotis brevity, which gave 

 rise to a common remark, thiil his discourses were 

 clusters of maxims. 



He gave the Charge to lii.s colleague the late 

 Rev. Air Deane, which it is said was full of pointed 

 sayings like the following: " In atte. opting to in- 

 struct your people be careful not to preach what 

 they will not understand, and especially careltd 

 not to preach what you don't understand your- 



self! " He was a great admirer of Dr Gay, of 

 Hinghain, who was a congenial spirit with himself 

 in pithy sayings. He attended tic funeral of Dr 

 Gay's wife, where he said there was much toiich- 

 ijig eloquence disi)layeil, but that one sentence of 

 Dr G.'s at the grave was worth more than all the 

 rest, viz : ''I thank you ii'y friends for btirying 

 the poor remains of of my wife out of tny sight !' 

 Dr 15. was |)articiilarly distinguished for giving 

 chaiacters at their funerals — and was equally re- 

 markable for loaning to the charitable side. At 

 the funeral of an old lady of his parish, being 

 somewhat at a loss for commendable qualities in 

 her character, ami not being willing to distniss her 

 withotit saying some good thing, he remarked that 



she was an '' excellent spinner of worsted ! " 



Barre Gazette. 



Capt. Percival. — On one occasion this ec- 

 centric but noble-souled being — who took the 

 whole risk of the late rail- road trial on his own 

 shoulders — had a man brought up before hini 

 for some crime. The culprit begged hard for 

 pardon — although his offence was one which 

 the rules of the Navy obliged the commanding 

 officer to punish with great severity. The offen- 

 der urged his chiims to clemency on the ground 

 that he was a fellow-townsman of the captain's. 

 .Accordingly, when the man bad been siezed up 

 and receiveil one dozen with the cats, the captain 

 b.iile the boatswain's mate to ' hold ! ' 



'Now, 'said Capt. P., ' ! understand that yon 

 are a fellow-townsman of mine. Is that the 

 case ? ' 



' Yes, sir, ' said the writhing ex[iectant, eagerly. 



' Well then,' returned the caplan, ' I will give 

 you anotlicr dozen for disgracing the town. Lay 

 on, boatswain's mate! ' — Herald.' 



MORCS iUULTICAULlS SEED. 



The subscriber, us ogenl for Samuel Whilmarsh, offers for 

 sale the seed of the genuine Mokus Multicaui.is, laised in 

 Francd the present year, and selected especially lor Wr 

 \Vhilm,Trsh. It will he sold in ounce papers at five dollars 

 piT pn; (T. All r.rriers. post-paid, airecled to the subscriher, 

 i\(Utlianipton, .Mass. will be only allendeil lo Also expected 

 soon from ahroacl a quantity ^t the Chinese Mulberry Seed 

 of this gear's i;Towlh, sinnlar to that imported last spring by 

 .Mr VVhitmarsh, for which orders mav be given. 



V. P. HU.NTl.MiTON, Agent. 



Notlhamplon, Nov. 23. 



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