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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



March 



Everbearing Raspberries. — There is no rea 

 Bon why we may not one day have perpetual rasp- 

 berries as well as perpetual roses ; there is noth 

 ing unreasonable or im])ossible in it, but yet we 

 have not seen anything of the kind. People will 

 differ in their tastes, and some wish to have rasp 

 berries, or some other distinctive variety of fruit 

 ever before them, while others of us think that 

 the gradual succession in the natural order of ri 

 pening of different kinds of fruits, from early 

 summer to the end of winter, is more in accord 

 ance with the intent of the wise Giver of all these 

 good gifts. — Dr. Warder, in Cincinnatus. 



Parisian Mode of Roasting Apples. — Select 

 the largest apples ; scoop out the core without 

 cutting quite through ; fill the hollow with butter 

 and fine, soft sugar ; let them roast in a slow 

 oven, and serve up with the syrup. — Maine Far- 

 mer. 



LADIES' DEPARTMENT. 



FOR WHAT CHILDREN ARE MOST 

 GRATEFUL. 



Parents spend a life of toil in order to leave 

 their children wealth, to secure them social posi- 

 tion or other worldly advantages. I do not un- 

 derrate the worth of these things. Had they not 

 been valuable, there would not have been so 

 many providential arrangements impelling men 

 to seek them. I would not only show that there 

 is something of infinitely greater value, not only 

 to the parent, but to be transmitted to the child. 

 What does the child most love to remember ? I 

 never heard a child express any gratification or 

 pride that a parent had been too fond of accumu- 

 lating money, though the child at that moment, 

 ■was enjoying that accumulation. But I have 

 heard children, though their inheritance had been 

 crippled and cut down by it, say, with a glow of 

 satisfaction on their features, that a parent had 

 been too kind-hearted, too hosnitable, too liberal 

 and public-spirited, to be a very prosperous man. 

 A parent who leaves nothing but wealth, or simi- 

 lar social advantages, to his children, is apt to be 

 speedily forgotten. 



However it ought to be, parents are not partic- 

 ularly held in honor by children because of the 

 ■worldly advantages they leave them. These are 

 received as a matter of course. There is compar- 

 atively little gratitude for this. The heir of an 

 empire hardly thanks him who bequeathed it. 

 He more often endeavors before his time to thrust 

 him from his throne. But let a child be able ta 

 say, My father was a just man, he was affection- 

 ate in his home, he was tender-hearted, he was 

 useful in the community and loved to do good in 

 society, he was a helper of the young, the poor, 

 the unfortunate, he was a man of principle, liber- 

 al, upright, devout — and the child's memory 

 cleaves to that parent. He honors him, reveres 

 him, treasures his name and his memory, thinks 

 himself blest in having had such a jjarent, and 

 the older he grows, instead of forgetting, only re- 

 veres and honors and remembers him the more. 

 Here is experience and affection sitting in judg- 

 ment on human attainments. It shows what is 

 most worth the seeking. — Ephraim Peabody. 



LITTLE CHILDREN'S DRESSES — NAKED 

 ARMS AND NECKS. 



A distinguished physician, who died some 

 years since in Paris, declared : "I believe that 

 during the twenty-six years I have practiced my 

 profession in this city, 20,000 children have been 

 carried to the cemeteries, a sacrifice to the ab- 

 surd custom of exposing their arms naked." 



I have often thought, if a mother were anxious 

 to show the soft, white skin of her baby, and 

 would cut a round hole in the little thing's dress, 

 just over the heart, and then carry it about for 

 observation by the company, it would do very 

 little harm. But to expose the baby's arms, mem- 

 bers so far removed from the heart, and with such 

 feeble circulation at best, is a most pernicious 

 practice. 



Put the bulb of a thermometer in a baby's 

 mouth ; the mercury rises to 99 degrees. Now 

 carry the same bulb to its little hand ; if the arms 

 be bare and the evening cool, the mercury will 

 sink 40 degrees. Of course, all the blood which 

 flows through these arms and hands must fall 

 from 20 to 40 degrees below the temperature of 

 the heart. Need I say that when these cold cur- 

 rents of blood flow back into the chest, the child's 

 general vitality must be more or less compro- 

 mised ? And need I add that we ought not to be 

 surprised at its frequently occasioning affections 

 of the lungs, throat and stomach ? 



I have seen more than one child with habitual 

 cough and hoarseness, or choking with mucus, 

 entirely and permanently relieved by simply 

 keeping its arms and hands warm. Every ob- 

 serving and progressive physician has daily op- 

 portunities to witness the same simple cure. — 

 Lewis's New Gymnastics. 



Wedding Ceremonies on the Alps. — There 

 are still many of the old customs remaining, of 

 which one of the most peculiar is the wedding, 

 which has some of the featui-es of those in the 

 northern part of Germany. An orator is the 

 bearer of invitations, who is often the village 

 school-master. He makes a formal speech before 

 every house, which all the people run to near. 

 On the morning of the wedding, he accompanies 

 the bridegroom and groomsmen to the house of 

 the bride, where they breakfast together ; after 

 which he makes a speech to the father and moth- 

 er, recounting to them all the noble qualities of 

 the bridegroom, and beseeching them to give their 

 daughter willingly away, as he is sure a long life 

 of happiness is in store for her. A rival orator 

 then "takes the word," and presents the dark side 

 of the picture, all the difficulties of the new posi- 

 tion and the virtues of the bride. After this par- 

 liamentary discussion, the bride departs with her 

 betrothed for church, amidst prayers and tears, 

 and good wishes : and to keep up her spirits, 

 musicians cheer her way with song. — The Cotta- 

 ges of the Alps, by a Lady. 



Delicacy. — Shame is a feeling of profanation. 

 Friendship, love and piety ought to be handled 

 with a sort of mysterious secrecy ; they ought to 

 be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect 

 confiJence — to be mutually understood in silence. 

 Many things are too delicate to be thought ; 

 many more, to be spoken. — Novalis. 



