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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



July 



menced to blow chloroform into the hive. When 

 it was discovered that the bees had fallen to 

 sleep, they were easily removed to another hive 

 without harm to any one, and next morning were 

 all awake and in a lively state, humming around 

 their hives, no doubt wondering what had hap- 

 pened. This being a successful and useful ex- 

 periment in keeping the bees alive, we think it 

 right to make it known for the benefit of others. 



CONFIDENCE, 



There has been no period in our country when 

 the farmer could find more encouragement to 

 prosecute his agricultural labors with success and 

 profit, than the present. The season is propitious, 

 help is plenty at moderate prices, and he can call 

 to his aid an indefinite amount of force in steam- 

 plows, improved machinery for cultivating the 

 crops, hay-making, reaping, threshing and secur- 

 ing the later harvests. Every thing seems favor- 

 able for producing an unparalleled amount of that 

 which goes directly to make up the real wealth of 

 a nation — that which will feed, clothe and shel- 

 ter it, and furnish the means of self-protection, or 

 of active and powerful aggression. 



There is now no doubt but that whatever can 

 be produced will be demanded, so that all eyes 

 are turned to the farmer, with an interest never 

 felt before, to see what use he will make of the 

 opportunities presented to him for the promotion 

 of his personal interests, and how far a spirit of 

 patriotism will prompt him to feed and clothe 

 our people while the government calls away large 

 numbers of the producing classes to sustain the 

 constitution and laws of our glorious country. 



Every thing promises well. There is no good 

 reason, it seems to us, why our varied mechani- 

 cal or manufacturing industry should be much in- 

 terrupted, unless in those instances where the ar- 

 ticles made are intended exclusively for a south- 

 ern market. What we need is Confidence — mu- 

 tual Confidence. Let this continue to animate 

 all minds — as it seems to have done so fai- — and 

 most of our industrial pursuits can safely go on, 

 and the free States be just as prosperous in their 

 material interests as they have been at any time 

 during the last ten years. Indeed, distinguished 

 merchants have declared that it is doubtful 

 whether Southern trade aff"ords any profit to our 

 mercantile people, as the same perverted con- 

 science governs many of the Southern tradesmen 

 in their pecuniary transactions, as it does leading 

 secessionists in political matters. Swindling and 

 repudiation have become so common among 

 them, that many Northern merchants have relin- 

 quished trade with them altogether. 



If there were any doubt, however, as to con- 

 tinuing our mechanical activity, there can be none 

 whatever in relation to the products of the farm- 

 ers. These are vital, indispensable, either in a 



state of peace or war ; but in war are more essen- 

 tial than ever, and in consequence of waste, must 

 be produced in larger quantities than is usual. 



There is no cause for alarm, but every reason 

 for encouragement. The evils of the war itself 

 are preferable to the uncertainty and anarchy 

 that has long preceded it. Let us, then, cherish 

 the bond of union in the North, which now binds 

 us as with bands of steel, encourage and animate 

 each other by expressions of an unalterable at- 

 tachment and love of country, and by a cheerful 

 confidence that we possess the Foioer and the Will 

 to sustain, in all their original purity and strength, 

 the Constitution and Laws of the country ! 



HO"W I LIVE. 



Living friendly, feeling friendly, 



Acting fairly to all men, 

 Seeking to do tiiat to otliers 



Tliey may do to me again ; 

 Hating no man, scorning no man. 



Wronging none by word or deed ; 

 But forljearing, soothing, serving, 



Thus I live — and thus my creed. 



Harsh condemning, fierce contending, 



Is of little Christian use ; 

 One soft word of kindly peace 



Is worth a torrent of abuse; 

 Calling things bad, calling men bad, 



Adds but darkness to their night ; 

 If thou would'st improve thy brother, 



Let thy goodness be his light. 



I have felt and known how bitter 



Human coldness makes the world — 

 Every bosom round me froze. 



Not an eye with pity pearled ; 

 Still my heart with kindness teeming — 



Glad when other hearts are glad — 

 And my eyes a teardrop findeth 



At the sight of others sad. 



Ah ! be kind — life hath no secret 



For our happiness like this ; 

 Kindly hearts are seldom sad ones, 



Blessing ever bringeth bliss ; 

 Lend a helping hand to others — 



Smile though all the world should frown. 

 Man is man, we all are brothers. 



Black or white, or red or brown. 



Man is man, through all gradation, 



Little recks it where he stands, 

 In whatever walk you find him. 



Scattered over many lands ; 

 Han is man by form and feature, 



Man by voice and virtue too — 

 And in all one common nature 



Speaks and bids us to be true. 



SAtT FOR Cabbages. — Edward Carpenter, a 

 correspondent of the Pennsylvania Fanner and 

 Gardener, last year tested the value of salt on 

 cabbages, and with satisfactory results. After 

 planting out his cabbages, he watered them some 

 two or three times a week with salt water, con- 

 taining about 15 grains of salt to the pint. The 

 cabbages grew beautifully, and headed up very 

 finely ; while those which had no salt water given 

 them produced loose, open heads, which were un- 



