1860. 



KEW ENGLAND FAPv:\rEE. 



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the rose borrowed its hues of the rainbow, or has 

 the bow kissed the rose, with a blush on its 

 cheek ? Meanwhile we wait, the fruit trees are 

 white with incipient fruit, and from the instinct 

 of hope we taste fruit in the blossoms. 



Next, and now, is June, sunny, i^enial, smiling 

 June ; the month of the rose and the lily, the em- 

 blems of beauty and modesty ! The rose, when a 

 bud, a hundred leaves blushing with delight, so 

 nicely fc^fl'^d over its glowing heart that the soft- 

 est breeze sighing over the green earth might not 

 suspect the secret of its being ; a perfect flower, 

 it breathes forth its fragrance upon the morning 

 air, and drinks in its dews, and unfolds its beau- 

 ty to the great sun of nature that has given it 

 birth. Of the lily, the pure white lily, waving so 

 gracefully upon its slender stem, scattering dust 

 like golden tears from its spotless bosom, when 

 disturbed by the winds, its lofty graces, its lovely 

 simplicity — emblem of purity — sacred by reference 

 — that which is so perfect cannot be described. 

 The most perfect art cannot imitate, nor bear 

 away the rich fragrance that lingers about it. 

 Love, purity, and gentleness are typified in the 

 rose and the lily, but in the material world these 

 graces are looked upon as weaknesses. 



Those sweet little flowers that greet us so early 

 in spring, have gone, — the crocus, the violet and 

 their kindred, — gone to rest until another spring. 

 Would that spring were more frequent ; but then 

 'twould be less charming. If it were all spring- 

 time, then its beauties would be swallowed up in 

 the monotony of seasons. With bounteous rains 

 God has watered these hills and valleys — all nature 

 smiles in newness of life, and the little babbling 

 brooks are meandering to the waters that span 

 the globe. New England, the mother of the 

 school-house — the guardian of the church, the 

 birth-place of America's great men, whose hills 

 are so beautifully carpeted with nature's magnifi- 

 cent green, with scenery so sublime, so majestic 

 — who does not sigh for a home in New England ? 

 Lewis S. Pierce. 

 East Jaffrey, N. H., June, 1860. 



For the New England Farmer. 

 SEASON, CROPS, FAITH AND PBACTICE. 



Gentlemen : — For many weeks previous to the 

 first of the present month, a very uncommon 

 drought prevailed in this region, and the prospects 

 of the farmer looked dubious indeed ; all nature 

 seemed to wear a gloomy aspect ; the merry whis- 

 tle of the husbandman was seldom heard, while 

 an expression of fearful foreboding was visible in 

 their countenances, as they toiled with the plow 

 and the hoe ; but their troubles were not to end 

 here, for in the midst of all this, while our hearts 

 were still sad, and we were anticipating a very 

 meagre reward for our toils, news reached us, 

 that the cattle disease Avas advancing upon us at 

 a rapid rate, but, luckily,we were more frightened 

 than hurt. The town authorities have acted 

 promptly in the matter, and we think we have but 

 very little to fear in that direction. 



The refreshing rains that have fallen the past 

 few weeks, have changed the face of nature veiy 

 much ; vegetation is advancing at a rapid rate, 

 and the prospect for an abundant crop of all kinds 

 with the exception of hay, never was better ; hay, 



we think, must be very light in many places. 

 There is a prospect of an abundance of fruit of all 

 kinds, and the farmers are beginning to take cour- 

 age, showing a disposition to work while the day 

 lasts ; they read their Bible and New England 

 Farmer when night cometh, and leave the future 

 with Him who ruleth all things well. 



The Bible shows us how and where to put our 

 trust — the New England Farmer teaches us how 

 to till the land, and if we carry out the instruc- 

 tions of the two, and let the flying reports in re- 

 gard to the cattle disease, &c., go to the four 

 winds where they belong, I think we have but lit- 

 tle to fear in the future. Our farmers, as a gen- 

 eral thing, spend too much time talking over fly- 

 ing reports, they give too much credence to the 

 thousand and one rumors afloat in the world in 

 regard to_ tbe farming interest, which has a ten- 

 dency to injure the different agricultural pursuits 

 more than anything else we have to encounter. 

 Dig more, and talk less,, is the advice of an old 

 farmer, and constant reader of the New England 

 Farmer. W. C. A. CUNTON. 



Claremont, N. H., Jitne, 1860. 



For the New England Farmer. 

 IN-DOOR FARMING. 



Mr. Editor : — ;Much is being said in your pa- 

 per about the profits and pleasures of farming, 

 out of doors, but nothing is said of the in-door la- 

 bor, where the most of the hard toil without re- 

 muneration is found. It is healthy and pleasant 

 work, Avhen farmers get where they can have suf- 

 ficient help in-doors, as well as out. 



But with some exceptions, the farmer's wife is, 

 as a general thing, the most hard-working class 

 there is ; she must be watchful, and never tiring, 

 for if she is not able to perform to-day's labor, to- 

 day, to-morrow she has got a double task to per- 

 form ; to be sure, she is not driven to it with the 

 lash, but the spur of necessity drives her on, and 

 with the cares and labors of in-doors farming, she 

 often has the cares of a large family. Farming 

 is not, as a general thing, found to be sufficiently 

 remunerative to allow of hiring in-doors work, so 

 that all the labor and care must come upon the 

 farmer's wife. If she has a large family, and the 

 prospect good for more, still she must make and 

 mend, bake and orew, v.ash and scour, churn and 

 make cheese, milk and feed hogs, Sec. Because 

 she knows, if she hires, the family wants must be 

 curtailed enough to meet the expense of hiring, 

 when, with all her planning and hard work, she 

 can get scarcely enough, for the husbandman is 

 too apt to think that the products of the farm are 

 sufficient, and all else are superfluities. So the 

 wife must wait for the hens to lay, for from tha., 

 source often comes all the change that falls to 

 her share ! 



Please insert this in your columns, for if it does 

 not meet with the views of some of your corres- 

 pondents it may meet the case of their wives. 

 A Farmer's Wife. 



Warner, N. 11. , 1860. 



Plants found in New Bedford. — We have 

 before us "A Catalogue of the Phr.ts found in 

 New Bedford and its Vicinity, arranged accord- 



