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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



Aug, 



lage, and all produces the deepest of piety and 

 morality. No beggars follow the new arrival ; 

 all the people who are visible seem happy and 

 ■well to do, and neatly dressed children play in the 

 Bunshine of the broad street. — Bodenberg's 

 "Island of the Saints." 



TRAPPING A TIGER. 



A still more ingenious mode of tiger-killing is 

 that which is employed by the natives of Oude, 

 They gather a number of the broad leaves of the 

 praj(ss tree, which much resembles the sycamore, 

 and having well besmeared them with a kind of 

 bird-lime, they strew them in the animal's way, 

 taking care to lay them with the prepared side 

 uppermost. Let a tiger but put his paw on one 

 of those innocent looking leaves, and his fate is 

 settled. Finding the leaf stick to his paw, he 

 shakes it, in order to rid himself of the nuisance, 

 and finding that plan unsuccessful, he endeavors 

 to attain his object by rubbing it against his face, 

 thereby smearing the ropy bird-lime over his nose 

 and eyes, and glueing the eyelids together. By 

 this time he has probably trodden upon several 

 more of the treacherous leaves, and is bewildered 

 with the novel inconvenience ; then he rolls on 

 the ground, and rubs his head and face on the 

 earth, in his efforts to get free. By so doing he 

 only adds fresh bird-lime to his head, body and 

 limbs, agglutinates his sleek fur together in un- 

 sightly tufts, and finishes by hoodwinking him- 

 self so thoroughly with leaves and bird-lime, that 

 he lies floundering on the ground, tearing up the 

 earth with his claws, uttering howls of rage and 

 dismay, and exhausted by the impotent struggles 

 in which he has been so long engaged. These 

 cries are a signal to the authors of his misery, 

 who run to the spot, armed with guns, bows and 

 spears, and find no difliculty in dispatching their 

 blind and wearied foe. — Routledge's Illustrated 

 Natural History, by Rev. J. Q. Wood, 



Thinking and Farming. — A garden is like 

 those pernicious machines we read of, every 

 month, in the newspapers, which catch a man's 

 coat-skirt, or his hand, and draw in his arm, his 

 leg, and his whole body, to irresistible destruc- 

 tion. In an evil hour he pulled down his wall, 

 and added a field to his homestead. No land is 

 bad, but land is worse. If a man own land, the 

 land owns him. Now let him leave home if he 

 dare. Every tree and graft, every hill of melons, 

 row of corn, or quickset hedge, all he has done, 

 and all he means to do, stand in his way, like 

 duns, when he would go out of his gate. The 

 devotion to these vines and trees he finds poison- 

 ous. Long, free walks, a circuit of miles, free 

 his brain, and serve his body. Long marches are 

 no hardship to him. He believes he composes 

 easily on the hills. But this pottering in a few 

 square yards of garden is dispiriting and drivel- 

 ling. The smell of the plants has drugged him, 

 and robbed him of energy. He finds a catalepsy 

 in his bones. He grows peevish and poor-spirit- 

 ed. The genius of reading and of gardening are 

 antagonistic, like resinous and vitreous electrici- 

 ty. One is concentrative in sparks and shocks ; 

 the other is diffuse strength ; so that each dis 



CLOVER BLOSSOMS. 



There's a modest little blossom 



Dlooming closely to the ground, 

 While its wealth of sweetest perfume 



Thrills through all the air around. 

 White and pure a field of clover. 



In the sunny summer day, 

 Brings a calm my spirit over, 



Sweet as music far away. 



In the rich man's terraced garden 



Many a fair exotic twines ; 

 Many a gaily tinted flower 



'Neath the glossy foliage shines. 

 By the poor man's lowly cottage, 



Violets sweetest odors yield ; 

 Yet I love the air of freedom 



Blowing from a clover field. 



Lilies in the valley growing, 



Roses in their blushing pride, 

 These may wreath their regal beauty 



Fitly for the youthful bride. 

 Laurel wreaths may suit the poet, 



Forest flowers may lure the child ; 

 I would only ask the clover, 



Meek and modest, brave and mild. 



Little cares my hardy flower, 



Though the soil be poor and dry; 

 Blooming by the dusty wayside. 



Blessing all who pass thereby, 

 Let me learn the gentle lesson. 



Even in my lowly way. 

 Working bravely, like the clover 



In the sultry summer day. 



Whitewash. — A correspondent of the South' 

 em Bural Gentleman gives the following recipe, 

 with the remark that it is a little troublesome to 

 prepare, but a half barrel of it will cover a great 

 deal of surface, be nearly equal to paint, and cost 

 but little. 



Into a clean barrel put half a bushel of fresh or 

 quick lime ; pour on boiling water sufficient to 

 cover it six inches ; stir until well slaked ; then 

 pour on about twelve gallons of boiling water, 

 and stir in ; have ready two pounds of rice flour, 

 boiled to a thin paste and stir in ; add two 

 and a half gallons of linseed oil, two pounds of 

 blue vitriol, and two pounds of Spanish whiting 

 — stir all in while the mixture is hot, and ap- 

 ply with a brush at your leisure. 



If desirable, a beautiful cream color may be 

 given by adding to the above wash three pounds 

 of yellow ochre ; or a good pearl or lead color by 

 the addition of lamp, vine or ivory black. For 

 fawn color, add four pounds of umber, one pound 

 Indian red, one pound common lamp black. For 

 common stone, add four pounds common or raw 

 umber and two pounds of lamp black. 



Speed of Circular Saws. — For a 22-inch 

 saw, many good mechanics prefer a speed of 3,500 

 turns a minute, although from 2,250 to 2500 turns 

 is a more common rate. The periphery of a 21- 

 inch saw, making 3,500 turns a minute, travels 



at a speed of 19,250 feet or 3§ miles a minute, 



and every 1-7 lb. of frictional resistance at the 



qualifies its workman for the other duties. — Em- points of the teeth, at that speed, is equal to one 



erson's "Conduct of Life." 



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orse power. 



