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DEVOTED TO AQRtCTJLTUBE, HORTICULTUHE, AKD KXNDRED AHTS. 



NEW SERIES. 



Boston, June, 1870. 



VOL. IV.— x\0. 6. 



R. P. EATON & CO., Publishers, 

 Office, Zi Merchants' Row. 



MONTHLY. 



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S. FLETCHER, \ Editors. 



THE PAHMER'S HOME IN JUNE 



And then behold the farmer at hia hearth, 

 Planning the duties of the coming morn ; 

 How one shall wield the axe or spade the earth. 

 Another's taek to till the t^nder corn : 

 Around him i-it the peaceful houst hold train ; 

 And he, by Nature's right, their guide a d head. 

 Than this, -what jister power, wb;it hiuber rtign 1 

 The lads markid well whate'er the father said, 

 by his expi rienoe taught, and by his wisdom led. 

 Thomas C. Upiiam, in American Cottage Life, 



^fe%^^<V^'!'-X4^>!X OYOUS, fresh, 

 inspiring Month 

 of June ! No 

 j^;^ days in the year 

 display more 

 man ifestations 

 of Divine wis- 

 dom and pow- 

 er. None pre- 

 sent more evi- 

 dence that the 

 country and the 

 farm are the 

 places where 

 health, usefulness, and 

 happiness may be 

 found. With the poet quoted 

 above, we agree, that there 

 is no place where one can ex- 

 ercise a juster power, or en- 

 joy a higher reign. Some of 

 the most instructive and in- 

 spiring scenes of life, we have witnessed in the 

 family and surroundings of the farmer's home ; 

 where industry and frugality, coupled with an 

 undoubting trust and faith, blunted the sharp 



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edge of life's trials, and brought all into har- 

 mony with the peaceful and lovely aspects of 

 external nature. 



In his charming book, the "Mirror of the 

 Months," the author says : "Summer is come — 

 come, but not to stay ; at least not at the com- 

 mencement of the month. 



"Spring may now be considered as em- 

 ployed ia completing her toilet, and for the 

 first weeks of this month, putting on those last 

 finishing touches which an accompli^shed beauty 

 never trusts to any hand but her own. In the 

 woods and groves also, she is still clothing 

 some of her noblest and proudest attendants 

 with their new annual attire. The oak until 

 now has been nearly bare ; and, of whatever 

 age, has been looking old all the winter and 

 spring, on account of its crumpled branches 

 and wrinkled rind. Now, of whatever age, it 

 looks young, in virtue of its new green, lighter 

 than all the rest of the grove." 



Natuie's book, in June, should be our con- 

 stant companion. It is one that can make 

 ' 'every man his own poet" fur the time being ; 

 and there is, after all, no poetry like that 

 which we create for ourselves. 



But we must not pause now to give more 

 than a passing moment to sentiment. Wh:it 

 has already been done in the spring work will 

 be in vain, unless the springing crops are 

 faithfully attended to. The soil must be kept 

 light, weeds destroyed, and all superfluous 

 plants carefully taken away. Very much de- 



