DEVOTED TO AGRICULTUIIE AND ITS KINDRED ARTS AJNTD SCIENCES. 



YOL. XII. 



BOSTON, AUGUST, 1860. 



NO. 8. 



NOURSE, EATOX & TOLJIAX, Proprietors. 

 Office.... 34 JIercuams' Row. 



SIMON BROWN, EDITOR. 



FRED'K nOLBROOK, ) Associate 

 HENRY F. FRExXCH, j Editors. 



CALENDAR FOR AUGUST. 



"All-conquering Heat, 0, intermit thy wrath' 

 And on my throbbing temples potent thus 

 Beam not so fierce !" 



breathes upon 

 again like a 

 blast from the de- 

 sert, suggesting vi- 

 sions of mad dogs, 

 musquitoes, and 

 restless tossings 

 through the sultry 

 nights, on beds 

 apparently stuffed 

 with hot bricks. 

 We who live in the 

 city can't endure it 

 any longer, so we 

 Avill emigrate to the Isle of 

 Shoals, or Rye Beach, or to 

 whatever place is most 

 "convenient" to cur present mar- 

 tyrdom, and there luxuriate in the 

 cool breath Avhich ocean gives us. Vie will even 

 sport in the breaking billows, the wonder of all 

 young sharks and alligators who view from a dis- 

 tance this new inhabitant of their native element. 

 But we Avho live in the country will open our 

 windows to the air, full of the scent of new-mown 

 hay — so much sweeter than that "new-mown- 

 hay" you purchase at the druggists, put up in 

 small bottles, and which, by the way, you would 

 "throw to the dogs," (Shakspeare,) if you were to 

 take pains to inform yourself of its ingredients. 



^'Patchouli" is said to be made of mummies, 

 and it seems quite probable, from the fact that 

 1 those venerable Egyptians Avere "put up" in spices. 

 i Little thinks that delicate young lady, little 

 ■ thinks that embroidered young man, as they fin - 

 j ish their toilets Avith a drop of "Lubin,"that they 

 ! are suggesting to some of their scientific friends, 

 the Pyramids of Egypt ! 



But here in the midst of our "rural felicity," 

 we have all the perfumes of all the apothecaries 

 without alloy. There is "musk," and "mille- 

 fleur," and "sweet pea," and the clover blossoms, 

 now lying low, it is true, but still breathing out 

 a sweetness which Avould make the fortune of a 

 perfumer if he could only catch it and bottle it up. 

 Amidst it all, the "jolly hay -maker" swings his 

 scythe, and rejoices in such good haying weather, 

 caring little for any degree of heat, short of a sun- 

 stroke. The fact is, there is a breeze out there < 

 for him, which doesn't reach us at our window,. . 

 and, besides, he hasn't time to think much about 

 his sensations. 



The farmer's wife, we rather imagine, has a 

 harder time of it than he himself does. Good, 

 patient soul, she doesn't complain, though, as she 

 works hard all day, a hot cooking-stove in doors 

 added to a hot sun oat of doors. She washes, and 

 bakes, and irons, and revels in the perfume of 

 soap-suds and boiled cabbage, instead of all those 

 refined odors, before mentioned, which come to 

 the nose of her lord and master. 



It would not be strange if so many conflicting 

 and wearisome cares should sometimes wear out 

 her patience, were she a second edition of Job, 

 but oftener than not, she goes about her work 

 cheerfully, getting dinner ready for the "men 

 folks," and setting the table in a cool place, so 

 that they may enjoy their nooning. At night, 

 very likely, she adds to her own duties a part of 

 her husband's, during the busy season, and milko 

 his cows and feeds his pigs for him, and Ave hope, 

 at least, she gets reAvarded Avith appreciating and 

 pleasant words. 



Yet Avork, although some people seem to have 

 more of it than justly falls to their share, is after 

 all a great preserver of virtue and hapjiiness. At 

 first vicAV, this remark may seem inconsistent 

 Avith the theory that labor Avas given as a curse, 

 but the truth is, that although elegant leisure is a 

 blessing, fcAV people are "fitted" for leisure, just 



