SOUTHERN CULTIVATOR. 
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For the Southern Cultivator. 
gy The following quaintly-beautiful summer lyric has, 
through our own oversight, got sadly belated. We are 
afraid “Ye Bumble Bee’s” wings will be nipped by ye 
frost, if we keep him any longer. So let him buzz on the 
sunny side of the reader’s fancy: 
YE BU3IBEE BEE. 
IN YS MACARTNEY ROSE. 
Since Solomon was king — 
Since eggs were voted eggs, 
I have not seen a thing 
So happy in the legs ; 
So very grave a thing 
So happy in the legs ! 
As glad as he is wise, 
And both at once, all over! 
As one whose duty lies 
With his delight, in clover ! 
Who loads his happy thighs 
By simply rolling over. 
Plunge rae in yellow bliss 
Ye gods ! and let me see 
The ecstacy of this 
Ecstatic Bumble Bee ! 
For bliss in business 
I’d he a Bumble Bee, 
In some great orchard, which 
Should cause it come to pass, 
A man grew fat and rich 
By rolling in the grass ; — 
By nibbling at a Peach, 
And rolling in the grass. 
Torch Hill, Ga., July, 1859. 
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PEACH BRANDA^— DISTIEEATION, &c. 
An esteemed correspondent in Louisiana asks the fol- 
lowing questions, and requests some of our readers to 
answer them in the January number of the Cultivator: 
1st. What is the best alembic for the distillation of 
peaches and wine (for the use of a planter). I do not al- 
lude to the large apparatus used in expensive and con- 
stantly working establishments '? 
2rd. Is there any machine to mash the peaches without 
breaking the stone I 
3rd, Is there any machine to separate the stones from 
the mobby after fermentation'? 
4th. Is the peach wine or peach beer alone put in the 
alembic for distillation, or do they put usually the whole 
together, the juice, mobby, stones, &c.'? 
5th. What an alembic of 50 gallons would distill per 
day '? 
6th. Give me the address where I can have made the 
alembic, presses, &c., that are needed for distilling 1 By 
so doing you will ^oblige 
When the curious or impertinent would pick the 
lock of the heart, put the key of reserve in the inside. 
SAVE A OUR 31ANURE. 
It rouses our agricultural indignation to see a farmer 
throwing away all the manure about his lot and stable. 
For throwing it out in a heap, for the sun, air and rain 
to ruin, is truly wasting if. 
We propose a plan for taking care of if, which if faith- 
fully followed, will enhance the value of the farm of 
every farmer in the country. 
Build a good shed, plank up the ends and sides some 
four or five feet. Then dig out the dirt within the en- 
closure some three feet or more, taking off the sides and 
ends, so as to make it slope inwardly from all sides, 
looking, when completed, like the half of a large hogs- 
head buried. Now, in this hole, under this shed and 
within these planked up sides, throw the manure from 
your stables and hogpen, the wet straw and leaves from 
the lot, the refuse ashes from the ley-gurn, the sweepings 
of your yard, &:C, On this, as convenience and opportun- 
ity will permit, pour all your strong soap suds, which 
will aid fermentation, and our word for if, you will have 
a manure heap worth its weight in guano or anything 
else, as a fertilizer. Try it. 
1^“ Results of observation in a section of thi State 
where the creps more rarely fail than any other, and the 
concurrent testimony of planters in other sections, have 
brought us to the conclusion that the yield of this season 
will be less than that of the last by over one hundred 
thousand hogsheads. 
The crop last year was about 440,000 hogshead. 
Baulky Horses — A writer in the Cotton Planter^ 
gives the readers of that journal his method of obtaining a 
pull out of an obstinate horse, and also claims to be the 
originator of the plan. He says : 
“Take a small rope, (a plow-line for example,) double 
it, make a loop of the double end, and draw it snugly 
around the under jaw of the animal, just behind his front 
teeth, with the loop underneath. Throw the loose end 
over your shoulder, and ‘walk in the way he should go,’ 
holding fast and pulling steadily and firmly. Don’t be 
troubled about him, for he will follow without fail, after 
he has discovered how you have ‘got him.’ This will, 
also, compel an animal to stand quiet to receive the bridle 
or collar.” 
Home. — How touchingly beautiful are the relations of 
home ! There each is bound by an electric clain that 
seems to pass to all hearts in the family group, so that 
one cannot enjoy that which is not participated in by all. 
If one heart is oppressed, all sympathize; if one is exalt- 
ed all must share the happiness — it is in the seclusion of 
home that the aching heart is soothed — where the oppress- 
ed are relieved, the outcast reclaimed, the sick healed, or, 
failing, the tear of sincere sorrow drops from the mourn- 
er’s eyes when the loved ones are gathered to their fath- 
ers. 
“Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home.” 
Nature has strange ways of doing the most beau- 
tiful things. Out of the cozy earth, the mud and rain of 
early spring, come the most delicate flowers, their white 
leaves borne out of the dirt, as unsoiled and pure as if 
they had bloomed in the garden of paradise. 
There are tim<. s when none of us would be found 
at home by any friend if it were not for the fear of 
being found out. 
