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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



Nov. 



shadows of the forest, were flourishing, loaded 

 down with large, luscious fruit. 

 Passing over this 



"Sunny islet opened in the wood," 



we entered a stately growth of white pine, of the 

 same size, probably, as the one which had been 

 removed from the open space. Here, upon a 

 moss-covered rock, we again seated ourselves for 

 a few moments to listen to the sad — ah, no ! not 

 sad, but mysterious moaning of the wind in the 

 tops of the trees far above us. Has any one ever 

 explained the hidden charm, the mystery of these 

 murmurs — these sighings, which are ever heard 

 in the pine forest ? Or is this a language of the 

 wildwood which can never be interpreted ? 



Some poet, I know not his name, has made the 

 noble pine thus sing of his lady-love — the gentle 

 breeze of heaven : 



"At midnight, as I stand asleep. 



While constellations stream above, 

 I hear her up the mountain creep 



With sighg and whispers full of love : 

 Then in my arms she gently lies. 

 And breathes mysterious melodies, 

 And with her childlike, winning ways, 

 Among my leaves and branches plays. 

 * * * * 



Sometimes, when parched in summer noon. 

 She brings me odors from the east. 



And draws a cloud before the sun, 

 And fans me into peaceful rest ; 



In my siesta while I drowse, 



Shs rustling slips amid my boughs, 



And teases me, the while that I 



In dreamy whispers make reply. 



Sometimes, as if in fierce despair. 



The tears of passion on her face. 

 With tempest locks and angry hair. 



She round me flings her wild embrace. 

 And sobs, and moans, and madly storms, 

 And struggles in my aching arms, 

 Until, the wild convulsion past, 

 She falls away to sleep at last." 



In my first article, mention was made of the 

 azalea, or something which I thought resembled 

 it, and the Editor inquires, "was it the clematis ?" 

 The Swamp Pink, Wild Honeysuckle, or Azalea 

 viscosa, blossoms in June, and as if was in the 

 middle of July when I passed through the woods 

 and saw its flowers still hanging upon their stems, 

 I was puzzled, and thought at the time, that it 

 might be something with which I was unacquaint- 

 ed, but am now sure that it was the azalea. For 

 some reason, the shrubs which I saw had kept in 

 bloom longer than usual, but at the time above 

 mentioned the flowers had begun to drop off", al- 

 though their fragrance was not perceptibly di- 

 minished. There is another species of this flow- 

 ering shrub, the Azalea mudijlora — having the 

 same common name, "Swamp Pink" — with fine 

 pink, and sometimes deep red flowers, which are 

 exceedingly beautiful and fragrant. 



South Groton, Sept., 1861. L. S. White. 



HiNGHAM Agricultural Fair. — We were 

 disappointed in not being able to attend this 

 fair. It is reported as a brilliant one, excelling 

 in most of its departments, and especially in fruit. 

 The cattle pens were more than usually attractive. 

 Sheep — all of fair, and some of superior appear- 

 ance — were shown in large numbers. The exhibi- 

 tion of cattle was particularly fine. Mr. T. T. Bouve 



showed a Durham cow which gave during the 

 month of June 581^ quarts of milk, producing 35 

 pounds of butter. In 1858 she gave 22 quarts a 

 day — so said. 



GREAT DESTKUCTION" OF SHEEP BY A 

 BEAR. 



The Ottawa Citizen is responsible for the fol- 

 lowing : 



For a few years back a bear has infested the 

 farms in the 2d Concession South March, County 

 of Carleton, and has destroyed much stock — 

 calves, sheep and pigs. This spring he has been 

 very destructive, killing and injuring on four farms 

 convenient to each other, thirty-five sheep and a 

 large hog. On the night of the 2d of May he 

 visited the farm of Mr. Wm. McLaughlan, and 

 tore open a strong stable door where Mr. McL. 

 had his sheep and a span of horses enclosed for 

 safety ; he injured five of the sheep badly, and 

 carried off' one. The next day Mr. McL. set a 

 gun in the bush where the bear had left a part of 

 the sheep he had carried off". In a few hours af- 

 terwards a report of a gun was heard, when four 

 men started off in pursuit of bruin with axes. 

 They soon came in view of his bearship, who 

 showed not the least sign of fear, and proved to 

 be an enormous large male, weighing nearly 400 

 lbs. After a little time the bear started off at a 

 brisk pace, and an animated chase ensued, which 

 lasted an hour and a half, when suddenly in a 

 very thick part of the bush, he stood at bay, with 

 every demonstration of anger. The men now 

 closed on him, when one of them very skilfully 

 gave him a heavy blow of an axe on the head, 

 which 80 stunned him that he was easily dis- 

 patched. 



The Rise of the Rothschilds. — When 

 George HI. came to the throne there was a little 

 boy at Frankfort who did not dream of ever hav- 

 ing anything to do, personally, with the Sover- 

 eigns of Europe. He was in the first stages of 

 training for the Jewish priesthood. His name 

 was Meyer Anselm Rothschild. For some rea- 

 son or other he was placed in a counting-house 

 at Hanover, and he soon discovered what he was 

 fit for. He began humbly as an exchange-broker, 

 and went on to the banker of Landgrave, of Hes- 

 se, whose private fortune he saved by his shrewd- 

 ness, when Napoleon overran Germany. How 

 he left a large fortune and a commercial charac- 

 ter of the highest order, and how his five sons 

 settled in five great cities of Europe, and have 

 had more authority over the war, and peace, and 

 the destinies of nations, than the Sovereigns 

 themselves, the world pretty well knows. Des- 

 potic monarchs must be dependent upon money- 

 lenders, unless they are free from debt, and can 

 command unlimited revenues for untold purposes, 

 — which is never true of despotic Sovereigns. 



The Curculio and the Grape. — In examin- 

 ing a small vineyard lately, we found one bunch 

 of grapes, every berry of which was marked with 

 the crescent of the curculio. We saw it on no 

 others. We brought the bunch away, and the lar- 

 va3 are now undergoing their change. We shall 

 soon know what they are. — Horticulturist. 



