1861. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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HERD BOOK — ^BROOM CORN — POULTRY. 



We cannot tell our "Somerset" friend where 

 lie can find a "Herd Book" of Ayrshire stock — 

 nor "Subscriber" what broom corn is selling for 

 at present. We can find no mention made of 

 broom corn in the best prices current. Our Wal- 

 tham correspondent may find the fowls he desires 

 by writing to Levi R. Hewins, Foxboro', Mass. 



YOUTH'S DEPARTMENT. 



OIVE AS YOU ■WOULD TAKE. 



My bairnies dear, when you go out 



With other bairns to play, 

 Take heed of eyerythingyou do. 



Of every word you say ; 

 From tricky, wee, mischievous loons, 



Keep back, my bairns, keep back; 

 And aye to all such usage give 



As you would like to take. 



To twist the mouth and call ill names 



Is surely very bad ; 

 Then all such doings still avoid — 



They'd make your mother sad. 

 To shield the weakly from the strong, 



Be neither slow nor slack. 

 And aye to all such usage give 



As you would like to take. 



A kindly word, a soothing look, 



Have ready aye for all ; 

 We are one Maker's handiwork. 



He made us, great and small. 

 We're all the children of His care j 



0, then, for His dear sake, 

 Be sure such usage still to give 



As you would like to take. 



I^'uTseri/ Songs of Scotland 



A TOUCHING- SCENE. 



A French paper says that Lucille Rome, a 

 pretty girl, with blue eyes and fair hair, poorly 

 but neitly clad, was brought before the Sixth 

 Court of Correction, under the charge of va- 

 grancy. 



"Does any one claim you ?" asked the magis- 

 trate. 



"Ah! my good sir," said she, "I have no longer 

 friends ; my father and mother are dead — I have 

 only my brother James, but he is as young as I 

 am. O, sir ! what can he do for me ?" 



"The Court must send you to the House of 

 Correction." 



"Here I am, sister — here I am ! do not fear !" 

 cried a childish voice from the other end of the 

 court, and at the same instant a little boy with a 

 lovely countenance started forth from amid the 

 crowd, and stood before the judge. 



"Who are you ?" said he. 



"James Rome, the brother of this little girl." 



"Your age ?" 



"Thirteen." 



"And what do you want ?" 



"I come to claim my sister Lucille." 



"But have you the means of providing for 

 her ?" 



"Yesterday I had not, but now I have. Don't 

 be afraid, Lucille." 



"O, how good you are, James !" 



"Well, let us see, my boy," said the magistrate, 

 "the Court is disposed to do all it can for your 

 sister. But you must give us some explanation." 



"About a fortnight ago," continued the boy, 

 "my poor mother died of a bad cough, for it was 

 very cold at home. We were in great trouble. 

 Then 1 said to myself, I will be an artist, and 

 when I know a good trade I will support my sis- 

 ter. I went apprentice to a brush-maker. Every 

 day I used to carry her half of my dinner, and at 

 night I took her secretly to my room, and she 

 slept in my bed while I slept on the floor. But 

 it appears she had not enough to eat. One day 

 she begged on the Boulevard and was taken up. 

 When I heard that, I said to myself, 'Come, my 

 boy, things cannot last so, you must find some- 

 thing better.' 



"I soon found a place, where I am lodged, fed, 

 and clothed, and have twenty francs a month. I 

 have also found a good woman, who, for these 

 twenty francs, will take care of Lucille, and teach 

 her needle-work. I claim my sister." 



"My boy," said the judge, "your conduct is 

 very honorable. However, your sister cannot be 

 set at liberty till to-morrow." 



"Never mind, Lucille," said the boy, "I will 

 come and fetch you early to-morrow." Then 

 turning to the magistrate, he said : "I may kisa 

 her, may I not, sir ?" 



He threw himself into the arms of his sister, 

 and both wept tears of affection. 



FALSE PBOVERBS. 



"A young fellow must sow his wild oats." In 

 all the wide range of British maxims there is 

 none, take it for all in all, more thoroughly abom- 

 inable than this one as to the sowing of wild 

 oats. Look at it on what side you will, and I 

 will defy you to make anything but a devil's 

 maxim of it. Whatever man, be he young, old, 

 or middle-aged, sows, that and nothing else, shall 

 he reap. The one only thing to do with wild oats 

 is to put them carefully into the hottest part of 

 the fire, and get them burnt to dust, every seed 

 of them. If you sow them, no matter in what 

 ground, up they will come, with long tough roots 

 like couch grass, and luxuriant stalks and leaves, 

 as sure as there is a sun in heaven — a crop which 

 it turns one's heart cold to think of. The devil, 

 too, whose special crop they are, will see that 

 they thrive, and you and nobody else will have to 

 reap them ; and no common reaping will get them 

 out of the soil, which must be dug down deep 

 again and again. Well for you if, with all your 

 care, you can make the ground sweet again by 

 your dying day. "Boys will be boys," is not 

 much better, but that has a true side to it ; but 

 this encouragement to the sowing of wild oats is 

 simply devilish, for it means that a young man ia 

 to give way to the temptations, and follow the 

 lusts of his age. What are v-e to do with the 

 wild oats of manhood and old age — with ambition, 

 overreaching, the false weights, hardness, suspi- 

 cion, avarice — if the wild oats of youth are to be 

 sown, and not burnt ? What possible distinc- 

 tion can we draw between them ? If we may sow 

 the one, why not the other ? — From *'Tom Brown 

 at Oxford" 



