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NEW ENGLAND FARMER 



MARCH 8, 1837. 



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THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND. 



BV JAMES MOKTCOMERV. ESQ. 



Matt. XXV. 2.5 — 10. 

 A poor wayfaring man of grief 



Hath often crossed m« on my way, 

 Who sued so humbly for relief 



That 1 could never answer nay; 

 I had not power to ask his name, 

 Whither he went, or whence he came, 

 Yet there was something in his eyo 

 That won my love — I kmiw not why. 



Once when my scanty mnal was spread, 



He enter'd — not a word he spake; 

 Just perishing from want of bread ; 



I gave him all : he bless'd it, brake, 

 And ate, but gave me part again ; 

 Mine was an angel's portion then, 

 And while I fed with eager haste, 

 The crust was manna to my taste. 



I spied him where a fountain burst 



Clear from the rock, his strength was gone ; 

 ' The heedless water mock'd his thirst, 

 He heard it, saw it hurrying on. 



I ran and raised the sufferer up, 



Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup, 



Dipt, and returned it running o'er, 



1 drank, and never thirsted more. 



'Twas night, the floods were out, it blew 



A winter hurricane aloof; 

 1 heard his voice abroad, and flert 



T» bid hitn welcome to my roof; 

 I warm'd, I cloth'd, I cheer'd my guest, 

 1 laid him on my couch to rest. 

 Then made the earth my bed, and seem'd 

 In Eden's garden while I dreaoi'd. 



Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, 



I found him by the highway side ; 

 I rous'd his puke, brouglit back his breath., 



Reviv'd hie .spirit, and supplied 

 Wine, oil, iffifrcshment ; he was heald ; 

 — I had, myself, a wound conceal'd, 

 But from that hour forgot the smart. 

 And peace bound up my broken heart. 



In prison 1 saw him next condemn'd 



To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; 

 The tide of lying tongues I slemm'd, 



And honor'd him, 'midst shame and scorn. 

 My friendship's utmost zeal to try. 

 He ask'd — if I for him would die ? 

 The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, 

 But the free spirit cried, " I will.'' 



Then in a moment, to my view, 



The stranger darted in disguise ; 

 The tokens in his hands I knew ; 



My Saviour stood before mine eyes I 

 He spake, and my poor name he nara'd — 

 " Of me thou hast not been asham'd ; 

 These deeds shall thy memorial be ; 

 Fear not, thou didst them unto me " 



Greediness in riches is but improved poverty. 

 Some tilings are wanting to poverty, hut all 

 things are wanting to avarice. 



THK ST. KILDA MAN. 



At a meeting held in reference to tlic estab- 

 lishment of schools in tlie highlands iind isl- 

 ands of Scotland, Dr M'Leod, formerly of 

 Campise, now of Glasgow, related the follow- 

 ing beautiful anecdote : 



" A highlandcr," observed tlie Rev. Doctor, 

 (an give and take a joke like his neighbors on 

 most subjects, but there is one subject on which 

 he will not joke — I mean his religion ; here he is 

 reserved and shy, and this has led some, who 

 come to them from the land of strangers, to sup- 

 pose that they in fact have no religion. 'J'o know 

 them, you must be a liighlander. A friend of 

 mine ha|)pened to he in a boat by which a [loor 

 simple-hearted man from St Kilda was advancing 

 for the first time in his life from his native rock 

 to visit the world ; and as he advanced towards 

 the island of Mull, a world in itself in the estima- 

 tion of the poor St Kilda man, the boatmen com- 

 menced telling him the wonders he was soon to 

 see. They asked him about St Kilda ; they ques- 

 tioned him regarding all the peculiarities of that 

 wonderful place, and tallied him not a little of his 

 ignorance of all those great and magnificent things 

 which were to be seen in Mull. He parried them 

 off with great coolness and good humor; at length 

 a person in the boat asked him if ever he beard 

 of God in St Kilda.' Immediately he became 

 grave and collected. ' To what land do you he- 

 long,' said lie ; 'describe it to me.'' ' 1,' said the 

 other, 'come from a place very different from 

 your barren rock ; I came from the land of flood 

 and field, the land of wheat and barley, where 

 nature spreads her bounty in abundance and lux- 

 uriance before us.' ' Is that,' said the St Kilda 

 man, ' the kind land you come from ? Ah, then 

 you may forget God; but in St Kilda, man never 

 can. Elevated on his rock, suspended over a 

 precipice, tossed on the wild ocean, he never can 

 forget his God — lie hangs continually on his arm.' 

 All were silent in the boat, and not a word more 

 was asked him regarding his religion." — Glassoio 



Mr Editor. — Having seen a curious instance 

 of the sagacity of a Canary bird, related in your 

 paper a few days since, I am induced to send you 

 the following : 



A frienil of mine, who is very fond of cat.s, 

 has in his feline family, one large Thomas, who is 

 so great a favorite that he keeps him at his store, 

 where, as there are plenty of " rats and mice and 

 such small deer," his catsliip seems very well con- 

 tented to stay, " Sundays excepted." He has, 

 however, a particular aversion to being shut up 

 on that day. But he cannot speak, nor can he 

 " state his objections in writing ;" how then is he 

 to make his objections known ? Why sir, I'll tell 

 you. Every Saturday night, just before the store 

 is closed, he manages to make his escape, and he 

 trots to my friend's dwelling, situated on the next 

 block ; upon arriving there, if he finds the door 

 open (which is seldom the case) he marches in 

 without the ceremony of announcing himself. — 

 Otherwise hejuinps upon the window sill, and 

 drumming against the glass with his paws, and ac- 

 companying this instrumental, with the vocal mu- 

 sic peciiliar to his species, he soon gains admit- 

 tance, and after spending a socinhle Sntiday with 

 the family, returns to his old quiirlers on the fol- 

 lowing Monday morning. This i)ractice he has 

 continued for some time. 



How does Thomas Cat know when it is Satur- 

 dav night .' W. C. 



— IV. Y. Jlitur.] 



(For the New England Farmer.) 

 A revised edition of the very last. 



Why is a solitary skipjier on the out-side of a 

 cheese, like the hero of a modern novel? Be- 

 cause he is a pilgrim of the rind. (Rhine.) 



What color is best for a rough-cast house ? 



Why a sandy complexion to be sure. 



Why is my little girl at the foot of the dinner 

 table, like a couiiterfeit bill .' — Because she is be- 

 low Pa. [par.) 



Why should the board of brokers get up an 

 opposition to the hr.iss band ? — Because they are 

 more expert in fingering notes. Cosios, Jr. 



Short Sayings. — Avoid an angry man for a 

 while, a malicious one forever. 



Oblivion is the cure of injuries. 



lie is every day condemned, who is always in 

 fear. 



He « ho flies from the law, cannot fly from con- 

 science. 



He who gives speedily to the needy, gives 

 twice. 



When you assist the virtuous, you lay an obli- 

 gation on the whole world. 



It signifies nothing to have been generous, if 

 you cease to he so. 



One ungrateful man injures all that are in dis- 

 tress. 



The coward pretends to caution, the miser to 

 frugality. 



To-day ought to be the disciple of yesterday. 



To deliberate on useful things is a prudent de- 

 lay. 



He abuses the absent, who quarrels with a 

 drunken man. 



The 24th of March next has been appointed 

 by the Governor of Connecticut as a day of Fast- 

 ing, &c. in that State. 



The governor of Massachusetts has appointed 

 .\pril 6, for the same purpose in this State. 



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 Fliuhing, N. Y. — \\m. Princk (\'Sons, Prop. Lin- Bot.Gar. 

 Albany — \Vm . TaoKBURN, Zil IVlarkel-slieei. 

 Pldludelyhia — D. S^- C. Lanubkth, 85 Chcsnul-strc«l. 

 Hiil'imore — I'ultlisiicr oCAmerican Farmer. 

 Cincinnali — S. C. Parkhurst,23 Lower Market-slreot. 

 Middlelmry. Vt. — Wight Chatman, Alenbanl. 

 Tiiuvtnn, Mass- — Sam'l O. Dunbab, Bookseller. 

 Hartford — Gooi)\viN 4* ^^o. Hooksellers. 

 Nfutjnryport — EiiKNr.y.ER SfEoniAS, Bookseller. 

 Portsmouth, N. H. — John W. Foster, Bookseller. 

 Woodswrk, Vt, — J.A.Pratt. 

 DrattUboro' — Jos Steen, Bookseller. 



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 Louisville — Samuel Cooper, Builit Street. 

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