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A WORLD OF LOVE AT HOiUE. 
BY J. J, REYNOLDS, 
The earth hath treasures fair and bright, 
Deep buried in her caves ; 
And ocean hideth many a gem 
With his blue, curling waves; 
Yet not within her bosom dark. 
Or ’neath the dashing foam. 
Lies there a treasure equalling 
A world of love at home. 
True, sterling happiness and joy 
Are not with gold allied ; 
^or can it yield a pleasure like 
A merry fireside. 
I envy not the man who dwells 
In stately hall or dome, 
If ’mid his splendor he hath not 
A world of love at home. 
The friends whom time hath proved sincere, 
’Tis they alone, can bring 
A sure relief to hearts that droop 
’Neath sorrow’s heavy wing. 
Though care and trouble may be mine, 
As down life’s path I roam, 
I’ll heed them not while still I have 
A world of love at home. 
WINE CELLARS OF BREMEN. 
No city in the world can boast of possessing a greater 
or more costly treasure in the form of wine, than Bremen. 
The Bremen Town Hall cellar is famous all over the world 
were it only by the light than HaufF’s imagination has 
thrown over the subterranean premises. The traveller, 
whose route leads to Bremen, will seldom fail to visit it, 
for it contains the oldest Rhenish wines extant — and here 
the Twelve Apostles, with Judas Iscariot strangely placed 
at their head, have for more than two centuries dealt out 
the choicest Hock and Johannisberg. The patriarch, 
among the contents of the capacious cellar, where, in 
former days, the East India captains used to lay their ac- 
counts before their ship-owners, is the Rose Wine, As a 
sign of its value and superior dignity, it is kept apart in 
a separate cabinet, surmounted by a rose, and the door 
of the inclosure can be opened only by official authority 
In the year 1624, six pipes Johannisberg, and an equal 
quantity of Hock, were placed here by the magistrates, 
with directions that the Burgo-master should yearly dis 
tribute a small quantity, either in presents, or for the use 
of the sick, by order of a physician; the supply being 
gratuitous to the poor, and at a cost of five thalers (of cts. 
seventy eight) a bottle to those able to pay. To the citi- 
zens of Bremen alone, is reserved the privilege of intro- 
ducing a distinguished stranger into this sanctum, and 
after special permission, personally granted, he may (at 
the proper cost) entertain his guest with a bottle of the 
precious beverage. What is thus lost by annual con- 
sumption, is replaced from casks of the vintage next in 
date. 
The value of wine consists chiefly in its age. A pipe 
of it in 1624 cost 300 thalers, estim^vting the interest of the 
capital at 5 per cent, and the necessary current expenses 
at an additional 5 per cent., the capital at compound inter- 
est would double itself in seven years, and thus in the 
year 1858 each pipe of the Rose wine represented a value 
of 1,714 980 millions 441,413 thalers, and allowing 1320 
bottles to a pipe, each bottle is worth 1299 millions 
227,607 thalers. A botttle contains 8 glasses, each one ot 
which costs 162,403,450 thalers, and the drop which is 
spilled or left in the glass, computing it to hold a thousand 
costs 162,403 1-3 thalers. 
The people of Bremen, above all other people, are 
proud of their treasure, and it was, deemed a high mark 
of their esteem when the magistrates, at the suggestion of 
their counsellor, Dr. Mever, presented Goethe with sever- 
al bottles on his birthday in 1823, after his recovery 
from a severe illness. Goethe knew how to appreciate 
the honor and the value of the gift ; he delayed t.he enjoy- 
ment of it, postponing it until October, when the Diet met 
at Frankfort-on-the Mayne, and his old friend, Count 
Leinhard, the French ambassador, helped him to empty 
the first bottle . — North American. 
GENERAL I31PORTANCE OF AGRICULTURE. 
Every reflecting man recognizes the nature, and admits 
the value of agriculture ; yet every such man is not him- 
self a farmer, nor can he conveniently become one — the 
lots of many being cast in other departments of labor. 
Probably there are more who would cultivate farms, if 
they were fortunate enough to possess them, than there 
are who, possessing them would forsake them for a vo- 
cation less stable. Age, with its wisdom, likes the farm 
better than youth with its too frequent vain show and 
empty aspirations. 
If it be true, as Montesquieu observes, that “countries 
are not cultivated in proportion to their fertility, but to 
their liberty,” then republican America must soon rank 
second to no other nation in her perfection of terra-cul- 
ture. Our agricultural population may not directly lead 
or control the country, yet they hold the truest sword in 
defence; and in the heat of any contest will imbibe new 
courage from the recollection of their pleasant and endur- 
ing fields at home. 
1 desire to present some thoughts upon this subject, in 
the form of distinct propositions. 
1. As the roots and trunk of a tree are to its branches, 
so is agriculture to society , it upholds it, and draws from 
the earth and dispenses its nourishment to the different 
branches of the social fabric, while at the same time it 
derives new vigor from a vital reciprocity. Hence, 
2 Agriculture is the foundation oi a well established 
nation, and the most stable element of its wealth, indepen- 
dence, and greatness. Therefore, 
3. Agriculture should receive the fostering care of the 
State, and the respect and encouragement of every patriot. 
4. Every farmer, to prosecute his business successfully 
should feel and cherish an ambition in it, and a convic- 
tion that he is just the man for it ; and, however unletter- 
ed he may be, under such incentives he will make great 
progress, not only in the profitable cultivation of his farm, 
but also in mental improvement. If he has not the 
stimulus of emulation, he should choose a business where 
he may be thus prompted, as agriculture can well spare 
the “slothful in business.” 
5. Although farmers as a body may never expect to be- 
come erudite scholars, eichand every one would be great- 
ly benefitted by a small library of standard and miscellane- 
ous books. They are faithful companions that always in- 
struct and elevate. 
6. If it be the “mind that makes the man,” it is not 
alone in its intellectual phrase, but also its moral. Every 
farmer who chooses, can attain to a degree of intellectual 
culture, and to a moral standard second to none. He can 
and ought to make himself the “highest style of man.” 
7. Although, in their well being, vocations are mutual- 
ly dependent, to a greater or less de ree, the farmer should 
never mistrust the value of his profession, but should de- 
fend its dignity and worth by a commensurate indepen- 
dence before all men. — Genesee Farmer. 
^^We can, perhaps, tolerate a man who has just ig- 
norance enough to talk among fools, if he has discretion 
enough to be silent among men of sense. 
