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manilla. He is also quite sure the cotton rope is the 
strongest of the three ropes, as by bending cotton and 
manilla ropes of equal sizes together,' and heaving on it, 
at the capstan, the manilla will always part first. Captain 
Brown, of the ship Escort, says that he has used cotton 
cordage, twenty-eight months on the ship Medora, and 
found it to wear far better, on all accounts, than any other 
rigging he ever used. In wet weather, likewise, it is 
more pliable, and in frosty weather it is not so stiff as 
manilla. After it i§ used a few months^t becomes smooth 
and glossy, and works through the blocks much better 
than any other rope. After the Escort was launched last 
autumn, at Bristol, Me., she was made fast with two ma- 
nilla lines, and three and a half inch line of cotton cord- 
age seventy fathoms in length, and a very heavy blow 
came up and the two manilla lines parted, and the ship 
rode for more than 24 hours, and during the gale, with 
this line run out its whole length, alone to hold her, and 
the strain was so great that it wore and imbedded its full 
size into the white oak crosstrees, without breaking a 
thread in it. It is Captain Brown’s opinion that no ma- 
nilla or hemp rope of the same size could have held the 
ship under like circumstanses, A number of shipmaster’s 
statements, all to the same purport as the above, are pub- 
lished in the Delta, all going to show that cotton cordages 
like cotton duck, is destined to come into general use. 
THE LOGAN GEAZIEB, 
A POBM OF WESTERN VIRGINIA, 
BV THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH. 
At dawn to where the herbage grows, 
Up yonder hill the grazier goes. 
Obedient to his every word, 
Before him stalks the lowing herd. 
Reluctant in the misty morn, 
With stamping foot and tossing horn, 
With lengthened low and angry moan, 
Through drain and hollow, up the hill 
They pass obedient to his will. 
The slender ox and mighty bull — 
The grazier thinks them beautiful. 
You see less beauty in the herd 
Than in yon orange-tinted bird ; 
You fix your better pleased gaze 
On yon broad sweep of emerald maize, 
Yon maples on the hill-side high, 
Or on yon field of vraving rye. j 
More pleased with maize, or rye, or trees— 
The graziers sight is not on these. 
He sees a netted purse of gold*, 
In every bellowing three-year- old. 
He sees new comforts round his home, ‘ 
When buyers down from Tazewell corns. 
He sees his cabin nigh the creek, 
Its mud-daubed chimney changed to brick, 
Its rude logs hid by clap-boards sawed, 
Split shingles on its roof so broad ; 
New puncheons on the worn-out floor,, 
A picket fence before the door, ^ 
And cups of tin and plates of delf, 
And pewter spoons adorn the shelf. 
Close where the rife hangs on hooks, 
On cupboard tops are rows of books — 
The Pilgrim of the dreaming John, 
And Weems’s life of Marion ; 
The well thumbed spe^’ches of Calhoun, 
The pictured life of Daniel Boone ; 
D* Aubigne’s story told so well*, 
How Luther fought and CramnerfelL 
To please his wife a yellow gown, 
And beads to deck his daughters brown. 
A jack-knife for his youngest son, 
A rifle for his eldest one. 
All these to him the cattle low, 
As up the hill they slowly go. 
He fears no ravage of disease, 
’Mong brutes so strong and fat as these. 
There’s salt enough for them in store, 
Brought from E^anawha’s muddy shore. 
The herbage on the hill is good. 
The fern is thick within the wood, 
There’s tender grass in yonder drain, 
And pea-vinp on the summit plain. 
High thought of gain that moment thrills 
The grazier of the Logan hills. 
He envies not the hero bold, 
He cares not who may office hold. 
The statesmen’s pride, the stout man’s limby 
The lover’s hopes are naught to him. 
His mind three things alone receives — 
His wife, his children, and his beeves. 
So these may flourish and be fair, 
All else around is smoke and edr. 
Oh, Logan grazier, stout and strong, 
Despising fraud, defying wrong. 
Brave as thine ancestors who bore 
The sdars of combat, long and sore’, 
And fearless met in battle shock, 
The wild and painted Shawanock; 
True as the rifle in thy hand, 
And generous as thy fertile land — 
Full oft I’ve eaten by thy side 
Thy cakes of corn and venison fried : 
Oft in thy cabin as thy guest 
Have stretched my weary limbs to rest. 
I love to note thy honest brow. 
Staunch friend and true companion thou , 
And know no manlier form is seen 
Than dwells within thy coat of jean; 
Truth Alls those eyes so keenly set 
Beneath thy fox skin cap, 'and yet 
I would not that thy lot were mine, 
I would not that my lot were thine. 
Guard thou thy beeves and count thy gold^ 
Be glad when those great herds are .sold. 
For me, by midnight lamp, I pore 
My manuscript in silence o’er. 
Each to the path that suits his feet; 
Each toil, for time is moving fleet, 
And soon in linen shroud arrayed,, 
Both in our narrow coffins laid. 
It matters not if cattle fair^ 
Of making songs has been our care. 
The poet’s and the grazier'.s form 
Shall .feed alike the greedy worm ; 
Shall pass the poet’s glowing words, 
Shall pass the grazier’s lowing herds ; 
And from men’s memory fade away 
Both grazier’s shout and poet’s lay. 
Healing Paint for Decayed Branches, or Snags, in 
Forestand other Trees. — Dissolve two ounces of cor- 
rosive sublimate in spirits of wine and mix with three 
pints of best tar. The decayed parts to be pared off or 
gouged out below the level of the surrounding sound bark, 
And the wound well painted over with the above. All 
limbs that require removal should be cutoff close to the 
trunk, or larger branch, and treated in the same way. — 
Gard. Ovrm. 
